apparently I don’t look hardcore enough

pink gloss has once again invalidated my musical knowledge. tragic. #

A boy tonight asked whether I `”really”` listen to hardcore. No, obviously. I have spent years buying CDs, exchanging MP3s with Edo, learning DJs, going out and destroying my sleep schedule because I knew that one day a random man standing near a bar would ask me this question and I wanted to be prepared. I said `”No, I came for the architecture.”` He didn’t understand, which improved the conversation considerably. Why does this still surprise people? Blonde girl, makeup, small bag, pink top, therefore Britney. Except I do like Britney, which apparently makes the whole situation even more confusing for people who need music taste to come with a uniform. I like Britney Spears. I like Christina Aguilera. I like Garbage and Depeche Mode and Prodigy. I also like The Stunned Guys, Tommyknocker, Nosferatu, Promo, Endymion, Neophyte and The Viper. Nobody has died from this information yet.

Tonight was exactly what I wanted. Hard, fast, very little interest in being elegant. I spent half the evening with my hair no longer looking remotely like it did when I left home and at some point realised I’d been carrying my bag open for God knows how long. Nothing missing. Miracle. I came home, washed half my makeup off, then remembered I hadn’t removed the other half until I looked in the mirror. Glamour.

Remember me, Eclipse.