Oh dear...

Is the fact that, every time the laser printer behind me chews through another ream of paper, I hear the faint sound of screaming trees indicative of your gothness rubbing off on me?

I'm somewhat concerned. By the gothness, that is. Please continue with the rubbing. :P
  • Current Location: Soho, London
  • Current Mood: gloomy gothy
  • Current Music: The slaughter of innocent trees.
In a PPOE the sound of the laser printer doing anything heralded a huge blast of ozone to my face which contributed to my eyes being so red and sore that I woke up one morning to find I'd rubbed them to the point that they bled....