Fuck.
I am slowly but surely getting dragged deeper and deeper into Gothdom.
It started with basically having one or two Goth friends - I wouldn't go with them to a Goth night or whatever but when they have house parties with lots of JD and weed, you just can't say no. And do ya know the sort of people that go to Goth parties? Yes, more Goths.
Double Fuck.
It's interesting y'know - the sort of people that run the Film Unit in the student cinema are all Goths - and because I work setting the clubs and gigs, I invariably catch a late night movie for free, meeting more and more and more Goths.
Next thing ya know, I'm doing a DJ set at "Batfink" - a local Goth night (which is amusing, considering the only Goth tunes I have in my music collection are two albums of Goth Metallica covers and some 80's synth pop).
And to cap it all, you're currently sleeping with a Goth whose favorite colour is pink (!). Soon I'll be wearing black PVC and slitting my wrists just like the rest of them.
Fuck.
How the hell am I gonna get out of this one?
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