I"m so goth the only crayon i used in preschool was black
i'm so goth my black is blacker than your black. it's "black black"
i'm so goth i don't say "black" i say "blahhwwwkkk"
i'm so goth i wear sunglasses when i open my refrigerator
i'm so goth i don't paint my nails black, i bash them with a hammer
i'm so goth i died and didn't notice
i'm so goth that whenever i knock on someones door they give me candy
i'm so goth i'm not only 'goth' but: 'gothe' 'goff' 'gawth' 'gothic' 'gothik' 'gothique' and soon to be "gauewthickueu"
goth#1: i'm so goth the smile muscles on my face have atrophied
goth#2: i'm so goth i don't have smile muscles
goth#3:what's a smile
i'm so goth i say things like 'eternally yours in darkness' 'love and darkness' 'may the eternal darkness of the abyss enrapture and enshroud you in its infernal sickly sweet enbrace'
i'm so goth i smoke cloves in the shower
i'm so goth it takes me an hour to dress....and longer to undress
i'm so goth i wore corsets in preschool
i'm so goth little kids are mesmerized by my appearance
i'm so goth i made flowers wilt...and i like them better that way
i'm so goht i think saying 'oh so goth' is cute
i'm so goth i keep getting hit by necrophilliacs
i'm so goth i practice my blank stare in the mirror
i'm so goth i have carpel tunnel syndrome from constatly putting the back of my hand against my forehead
i'm so goth that when i walk in the room you hear 'toccata and fugue in d minor'
i'm so goth i listen to Sisters of Mercy and Bauhaus (simultaneously) at midnight in a graveyard sitting in a pentagram surrounded by candles...oh and there's a full moon. then i die. then i come back to life...then i die...tragically
i'm so goth that people check my pulse when i sleep
i'm so goth i know what pvc stands for
i'm so goth i know how to speel Siouxsie and the Banshees correctly
i'm so goth i....wear...my...sunnnnnglasses at night *sung with Corey Hart pout*
i'm so goth in kindergarten i sang 'woe woe woe your boat'
i'm so goth i have crushed velvet garden chairs
i'm so goth ,when i was little i thought funeral processions were parades
i'm so goth my clothes are made of dark matter
i'm so goth i sleep with my hands crossed on my chest
