| I don't know why you have to be so undemanding
||[Jul. 10th, 2009|03:55 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
On the 18th me and my room mate Rune are going to Prague (third time within a year for me, and well, technically the forth). Then we are taking the train to Krakow, though we haven't decided exactly when. (We're flying back from Krakow on the 29th.) I'm so thrilled. Hope Rune doesn't brake his jaw or go to prison. Even though I know I can go it alone, I sure don't want to.
Off topic: Sisters of mercy. I've always been so ambivalent about them. Love stupid happy music, love dark intellectual stuff, not sure how I feel about one disguised as the other. Now that I'm older I can of course just call my love nostalgia. It's not a question of bad taste any more, just the folly of youth.
Sisters like instantly make me dance this sort of ridicules chicken dance, what is worse I think I could get away with while goth-clubbing if I just hunch myself a little bit forward, with this simple adjustment it totally stops being farmyard and becomes dark and primal. (Stupid dancing is like a vital ingredient in my chosen sub culture.)