…for I am the Victorian goth queen.
Okay, so there’s this guy at work whom I remember when he first started. He was goth and now he looks Amish. I’m not kidding. Anyway, last week, I decided to look like a girl, meaning I wore a skirt and basically dressed nice. Black maxi skirt, black cami, royal purple button-down collared shirt, and a black (of course) cardigan sort of thing that’s long in the front. I walked into the lunch room with my friend and he mentioned that I reminded him of a Victorian goth queen from a horror movie.
The other two men in the room ignored the ‘R’ on the end of the word.
Then he sat down with us and we discussed Doctor Who, and he showed me pictures of the T.A.R.D.I.S. he built around his 80-gallon air compressor. Awesome.
Now, enjoy this lovely video on “How to Dance Goth.” It’s scarily accurate and my friends and I were laughing over it and saying, “Oh my God, did we really look like that?”
Yes, yes we did.
I hope your week is going well. Dance on, bitches!