i wish, wish, WISH i could write poetry on demand! i've tried, and i just can't. the only things that come when i try are amazingly trite, and sound too familiar to be me, making me think i'm simply remembering someone elses words. *sigh*

i want to be goth today! today i am lil' gothy girl! in fact, i think i'm gonna go paint up my face & don my favorite Vampire t-shirt, the bi-sexy one, to go out with my sweetie tonight. he has not seen me gothy in ages. maybe it will turn him on?

why am i feeling all gothy? i've just spent the last 2 hours in a trip across the web from goth site to goth site, starting at a diary that i clicked on because the ad seemed intriguing. god, you all should really read it. it's so damn offensive, it's sheer perfection! i love it! but really, it's quite offensive to anyone even slightly religious, so don't click on the link unless you mean it.

sarrowzend seems like he could be one helluva guy to get into a conversation with, but i'm not sure how well i'd get along with someone who can so easily say the right things to piss off the Christian-Right. I try so damn hard not to go too far, I feel like a little poser sometimes. I'll leave it to Mr. Atheist to stir the pot some more. Damn, that entry was *delicious*. I loved it!

So, his site has a banner-ad exchange, which led me to interesting goth-porn places like barelyevil & gothicsluts, cool goth-ware places like fetishkitten & wysteria, & the site of a great artist, wyndfeather.

Wyndfeather appears to be Eric Muss-Barnes, or at least that's the artist for all the photographs. Everyone go check out the photo gallaries NOW!

Grr. My fucking machine just crashed! I hate that. But it made me go searching for wyndfeather's link again, and that caused me to find pictures of Mr. Eric Muss-Barnes. Holy Christ, the man's a hottie. OK, I know that probably ZERO of my audience is goth, but so what? It's my fucking diary, and this guy is hot, hot, hot. Damn, even that SONG came on RIGHT NOW. How bizarre!

Anyway, one of the reasons why I'm talking soooooo much about this is coz I was perusing the galleries, and I saw me there. OK, not literally, but damn, it was strange. It's the me that I picture I look like in my head, much more slender, and a little more classical features than my plain ones, & with paler skin than what I already have. My skin would be fucking alabaster if it didn't have this weird pink tint to it. I can't find make-up to match my skin-tone FOR SHIT. Um, am I babbling off the point? Sorry. Anyway, I know some of you would like to know what I look like, & I wanted to give you something close, but Mr. Eric Muss-Barnes' site would not let me grab the image to put here, even though I am a good & honest person who ALWAYS links back. So, I will have to just link it & hope you guys go see it. Really, it looks *just* like the vision I have of me in my head, if I were to dye my hair black again & trip out with the make-up too. And I even have that corset! It made an appearance in my "a thong, a corset, and masturbation, oh my!" entry. Anyway, here's a fantastical image of the Strawberry One, as depicted by Mr. Eric Muss-Barnes.

Finally, on a more somber note, I need to say that I will miss Kim Monroe to death. Back in 1990(?) Seattle welcomed a little up-start radio station into it's midst with little fan-fare. KNDD 107.7 The End was born, and they began to win the hearts of me & mine with their 107-song blocks of nothing but the Cure, Depeche Mode, Siouxie Sioux, The Smiths, & other fan-fucking-tabulously yummie bands. Can you imagine? 107 songs in a row? Ahhhhhhh, to be young & in love & in the backseat with your love listening to DM or Morissey singing about heart break. Those were the days...

The End quickly got these weird staff additions that they called DEEJAYS, and the 107-song blocks were ADIOS. But DM & the Cure & co. were still worshipped by said DJ's, so we got along great with 'em. And then The End slowly (quickly?) became commercialized. Probably the beginning of their downfall was Endfest 1991. It was an amazing show. So was 1992 & I think so was 1993. But by the time 1992 rolled around, things were already changing for the worst. I marked their downfall with the introduction of the Beastie Boys into the mix. I never went for that alterna-rap shit. Mind you, I like the BB now, but back then, I was terrified of the things to come. And come they did.

Today, there is not much difference between The End & KISW, the local butt-rock station. That is sad. They started out different & loved for it, and now they are imitated & imitating, to the point of having an obnoxios-as-possible morning DJ & crew. How sad, sad, sad. The week Andy Savage started, I stopped listening to The End altogether. Except for Kimmie. My beloved Kimmie. She started a few years ago, and I don't know who's idea it was, but Kim Monroe was given the Resurrection Lunch hour. One full hour of DM & The Cure & Morrissey to make us remember the days of yore.

Alas, Kimmie is moving from our fair city. I never did catch where the hell she was going, their website won't tell me, & she never answered the email I sent asking her about it. She will be missed. Sorely missed. I love you Kimmie. Here's some Cure for you. The first one I ever heard, the reason why I bought the tape: