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This is becoming a bad habit.
Tired, but more hungry than tired at the moment and I love eating in the middle of the night - I should probably be thankful that I don't eat in my sleep. I had a friend who couldn't keep any food in the house, because she would sleepwalk to the kitchen and eat anything that was available, without waking up.
My ears are ringing and my feet hurt, too. I've had a really good evening, great live show as predicted, great dance floor too, apart from a couple of random guys who wouldn't stop trying to make eye contact, and as usual when I'm out on my own I had some interesting conversations with people I usually don't talk that much with, and some complete strangers too - note to self: dresses without acres of cleavage seem to make me more approachable to people who aren't hitting on me. Nice side effect.
As always after a good night out, I'm feeling a little warm and fuzzy with love for my local scene and this subculture. This doesn't always seem to apply to the culture in other countries, but in Sweden the EBM/industrial/synthpop scene as I know it is a very kind environment. There are assholes everywhere, of course, it's insular and probably very closed, perhaps even hostile to outsiders, but once you're in it is a very tolerant and well-meaning place to be.
The dress turned out all right - not great, but good enough to wear. I really don't understand how people can look at a garrison cap with the signalist pin in it and think stewardess, though - they really aren't that common in stewardess uniforms. If you ever have some time to kill, or just really feel that you need to brush up on your knowledge of flight attendant uniforms, this is the place to go. Pretty hideous, much of it, but fun nonetheless, and I must admire the dedication of this guy.
My ears are ringing and my feet hurt, too. I've had a really good evening, great live show as predicted, great dance floor too, apart from a couple of random guys who wouldn't stop trying to make eye contact, and as usual when I'm out on my own I had some interesting conversations with people I usually don't talk that much with, and some complete strangers too - note to self: dresses without acres of cleavage seem to make me more approachable to people who aren't hitting on me. Nice side effect.
As always after a good night out, I'm feeling a little warm and fuzzy with love for my local scene and this subculture. This doesn't always seem to apply to the culture in other countries, but in Sweden the EBM/industrial/synthpop scene as I know it is a very kind environment. There are assholes everywhere, of course, it's insular and probably very closed, perhaps even hostile to outsiders, but once you're in it is a very tolerant and well-meaning place to be.
The dress turned out all right - not great, but good enough to wear. I really don't understand how people can look at a garrison cap with the signalist pin in it and think stewardess, though - they really aren't that common in stewardess uniforms. If you ever have some time to kill, or just really feel that you need to brush up on your knowledge of flight attendant uniforms, this is the place to go. Pretty hideous, much of it, but fun nonetheless, and I must admire the dedication of this guy.
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