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You know You're a Goth if..

You pay 6 bucks for cigarettes that match your outfit.
You wear sunglasses in the produce department at night.
You wear long, velvet coats in the middle of summer.
You buy $15 fishnets and rip them on purpose.
Your combat boots cost more than it takes to feed a third world child for two years.
The shade of powder you wear is called “Sheet Of Paper.”
You use black cotton balls.
You fashion your eyeliner after a culture that's been dead over 2000 years.
You paint your fingernails black.
You don't paint my nails black… you bash them with a hammer.
Your purse is large, square and metal.
The purse has scratches from being used in a fight.
It has scratches from being kicked on the dance floor.
This is the reason it was scratched in a fight.
You could easily blow $500 in a Halloween store.
You could spend all $500 on just make up.
You avoid fights because it might smudge your make up.
The club you frequent has concocted an original drink called “The Vampire's Kiss.”

You wake up still drunk at 3 in the afternoon with anonymous black lipstick on our face.
You go to Denny's at 5 in the morning and think, “These are my people.”
People can't tell whether you're searching for a missing contact or dancing.
You can't even tell whether you're looking for a missing contact or dancing.
The only day you feel normal is Halloween.
Friday the Thirteenth is your lucky day.
You don't know whether the person you're sleeping with is male or female until you're actually in bed with them.
You don't care.
You were rooting for the vampires in From Dusk Til Dawn, Lost Boys, etc.
In preschool, the only crayon you used was black.
The Count was your favorite Sesame Street character as a child.
You watch Sesame Street as an adult just to see The Count.
You can't decide whether Morticia Addams or Lily Munster is prettier.
You decide Wednesday blows them both away.
You think bats are “cute.”
You think dead flowers are prettier than live ones.
You think anything dead is pretty.
You think blood is pretty.
You refer to your age in mortal years.
You give yourself the honorary title of Lord or Lady.
You know what a Malkavian is.
You know what a Malkavian is because you've been there, done that.
You have the T-shirt.
You dressed as The Crow for Halloween one year.
You have dressed as The Crow for Halloween the past few years.
You would willingly undergo cosmetic dental surgery.
You were disappointed to find out that American Gothic is a portrait of two farmers.
You claim the Chupacabra is a friend/relative of yours.
You own a hearse.
You own a hearse and don't work in a funeral parlor.
You keep a coffin in the back as “decoration.”
You keep a coffin in the back as a bed.
You think of the hearse as the “family car.”
You think heresy is a religion.
You claim heresy as your religion.
You own a rosary that you wear.
You own many rosaries that you wear.
You own a glow-in-the-dark rosary that alternates between your neck and the rearview mirror in your car.
Christians accost you with pamphlets on the street frequently.
Jehovah's Witnesses accost you with pamphlets on the street frequently.
You accost Christians with pamphlets on the street.
Satanists just look at you and smile.
You laugh hysterically during those Church Of Latter-Day Saints commercials.
You call for the free Bible anyway.
You take great pleasure in vandalizing said Bible after waiting impatiently by your mailbox for 4-6 weeks.
You stop vandalizing the Bible momentarily to look up Psalm 69.
In your honest opinion, the image of Jesus ruins the beauty and natural fluidity of the cross.
Whenever you knock on somebody's door they give you candy.
You wish to name your first born Lestat.
You plan to name your first born after any Anne Rice character.
You didn't know they were characters.
You argue on whether Poppy Z. Brite or Anne Rice has the more realistic view on vampires.
You can debate both sides of that argument.
You've participated in one of those “Do you think Tom Cruise was good as Lestat?” conversations.
You've started one of those conversations.
You saw Valor on the street, you would throw your large, metal purse at him.
You and your friends enjoy congregating in a local graveyard.
No one you know is buried there.
You and your friends take lengthy drives to visit non-local graveyards.
You take pictures of the gravestones while reciting Oscar Wylde or singing “Cemetry Gates” by The Smiths.
You know the words to “Cemetry Gates” by The Smiths.
You know who The Smiths are.
You can reminisce through all 4 locations of The Kitchen Club and 2 of The Church.
You put on The Wake and practice dancing in front of the mirror.
You practice with your own personal strobe and blacklight.
You are too poor to afford either and stole the lights off the Christmas tree.
You are happy when no one has ever heard of your favorite band.
When someone else “discovers” you're favorite band, you find another favorite band.
You own 16 or more Cleopatra CD's.
You own even 1 Projekt CD.
Your favorite poem is “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe.
Your favorite poem is “Metamorphosis of a Vampire” by Charles Baudelaire.
You spell Vampire either Vampyre or Vamphyre.
You refer to others as “The Normals”.
You refer to your leather-clad brethren as “Those Industrialites” or “Rivet-heads.”
You go to South Beach, but have never seen the ocean.
Your boyfriend complains that his ribs just don't stick out the way they used to.
Your girlfriend complains that you look better in her black, velvet skirt than she does.
You've been with your significant other for over a year and still wonder what they look like without make up.
You and your boyfriend fight over make up.
You decide to get matching his/hers make up caddies to separate your make up.
You smudge your lipstick on purpose to look like Robert Smith.
You eat those limited edition pop-tarts just because they have bats on them.
You save them because Hey!…they're limited edition.
The people in the grocery store have refused to sell you any cereal other than Count Chocula.
People ask you to autograph boxes of Count Chocula.
You know what Renfield's Disease is.
You have Renfield's Disease.
Throw a Black Valentine Day party.
You decorate your Christmas Tree with crows and black ribbon.
You wear a mourning veil to your best friends wedding.
All her bride maids wear black.
All your living friends take anti-depressants or at least pretend too.
You have taken anything on this list personally.

—-i found this on someone elses l.j. —

i hate it when you have money in the bank but you dont. you know when you have the money in there but its only because some of the bills havent gone through yet and when they do you will be beyond flat broke. for some reason the husband thinks that its still ok for us to go out and do things when we dont have any money…i hate that. i always have to tell him no and its the most fucked up thing in the world. i hate being the bad ass…always saying no but he doesnt pay the bills, therefore he doesnt understand that when i say we dont have the money, we dont have the money. not its code for, keep asking to do stuff so i have to say no and finally get aggrivated enought and say yes so that we can go even deeper into debt. fuck why does life have to be so damn difficult. i eiter need to start letting him do the bills or go insane….wait i already did both…didnt get me very far. when did the generations decide to switch roles to where the women take care of all of the things that the men are supposed to do? of all the friends that i have had that are married or in serious relationships the women are the ones doing the bills and taking care of the family stuff. maybe im just in a bad mood because austin wants to do stuff and we need to save for when his family comes and when my family comes…i dont know it just seem that when ever we try to save something comes up or when we are trying to get out of debt somthing always happens to push us further into debt. i just want to pay the damn bills and be done with it so we can have some fun and not feel guilty about it. this is bullshit. why do i always have to see the “big picture” and stress about it but nobody else does?

ok so im at work again. seems like this is the only time i have to update my account. i never feel like it when i am at home. besides most of the time i have to fight for the computer and when i dont have to fight i just dont feel like getting on. im working the sundry store today. i like it here. all you have to do is watch movies all day or play on the internet. if a customer happens to wander in which isn't that often, you just sell them what ever is needed and your done. the most customers you get all day is like ten. talk about your cheese cake jobs. yes this is the life…watchin movies and playin on the internet, awesome.
i get into my car this morning, go to sit down and there is all of this crap in my seat from the tree i park in front of everyday. my loving husband forgot to roll up the window in the car when he borrowed my car lastnight…shit head! i just cleaned the inside of my car out like two weeks ago. it was all nice and pretty, then i had to clean it all over again this morning. what a pain. it stinks in their again and there was pollen all over. pollen is the enimy..i think that is what caused all of my problems in the first place, you know with the bronchitis. oh yeah, i go in to get pokes with a couple hundred needles on may 11th, my allergy test. not really looking forward to that shit! the doctors think that along with allergy problems that i have they think that i might be developing asthma. wonderful thats just what i need. i have been doing alot better though since they put me on the inhaler steroid. it keeps my bronchial tubes from tightening up so that i cough all of the time. its really wonderful stuff. the only bad part is, its a steroid. im not happy about that. im not happy about being on all of the meds either. its good cuz they help me and all of that stuff but i am trying to get pregnant. i dont want anything to happen to the baby if i do get pregnant and i am still taking all of those meds without knowing what it will do to the child. i asked the doctor when she gave me all of the meds if it would affect the baby and all she said was that i shouldnt try to get pregnant until after my allergy test is done and that when i am pregnant my allergies will worsen. fuckin shitty man!! i will survive i guess.
on to a lighter subject. my husband has been really great to me these last couple of days every since i yelled at him. he has this habit that he does that really pisses me off some times. its like every once in a while is ok but to do it every day sometimes three or four times a day is a little too much. what he does is he will grab my boobs and grope them and he will smack my ass kind of hard and think that it is funny. ok it might be funny every now and then but for it to be the only intimate affection that i ever get, it is bull-shit… so we had our little discussion and every thing is great!
well that is all i have for the moment..and i cant see any more my eyes are getting al little blurry. only five more days till my new glasses are done cant wait.

i feel like such a shit-head right now. i keep telling austin that he cant spend any more money and then i go and buy a $217.00 pair of eye glasses. i feel like i am being two-faced. on the other hand i guess im not because it is something that i really need and not something that i just want. some days my eyes are ok, then there are other days like today where i cant see shit. everything is all blurry. i have to squint to see and even when i do squint, its blurry. such a pain in the ass. i want to get contacts but the stupid base optomitrist is always “booked 28 days in advance, call back in 15 days and i will see if i can get you in.” what a bunch of stinky elephant poo. those fuckers never get you in when you call back. i have called back three times and they tell me the exact same thing everytime. i wish that i hadn't broken my other pair. i dont see why i couldnt just get it welded but the eye place said that they couldnt weld it because of where it was broken. they are top half frames. so they only have the frame around the top and then the bottom has the “fishing wire” around the bottom.they broke at the spot where the arm of the glasses is welded on to the actuall frame. not a spot that can be fixed. so the place told me. i figure if they already welded it once then they can weld it again? no, they just want my money and have to make everything so difficult. at least the other pair lasted me a year. that is better than all of the other ones.

i finally saw the movie SAW lastnight. talk about a great movie. i love movies that you cant guess the ending to. it was a little bit gruesome though. the part where the dude hacks off his own foot was a little bit disturbing. all of the rest of the movie was good. wait the part with that didnt make any sense is the orderly. why did he feel the need for the orderly to be “awakened”. the orderly guy didnt do anything wrong and he even stuck up for the guy to the doctor. that part i didnt understand. why make the orderly get involved when he was a good guy. i can understand going after the cops cuz they where after him. i can understand the chik who had the drug problem. i can understand the dude who cut himself. it never really explained the guy that burned up. and i can understand the phopographer and the doctor. the orderly just doesnt make any sense.

the next movie that i want to see is the ammityville horrors. this is the only movie that my mom would never let me see groing up. i watched the excorsist, candyman, bloody mary and the birds at age 9 at my dads house one weekend. he wouldnt let me get ammityville and my mom would never let me rent it. i forgot all about it until they decided to remake it and i realized that i never got around to watching it on my own since i have been moved out of my house.