Hi, I seem to get stage fright quite often when faced with posting to this list, but for the moment that has been overcome so away we go! I had a dream a couple of nights ago, which I think was actually dreamt in the wee hours of the morning, since I woke up feeling as though I needed to call Ahren and tell him the news...but I'm getting ahead of myself here. There's a new boy who has been hired at work, Ahren is his name, he's a couple years younger than me but yikes, is he ever a cutie! I've found myself often thinking devlish thoughts about devlish things, which somehow involve him (I swear I don't know how these things work themselves into my head), it's safe to say that yes, I am crushing over Ahren (and if he happens to love b+s and read this list, I will now, on cue, melt away into the rug). But in my dream, I had somehow heard the new b+s, in some sort of secretive fashion, and it was up to me to let Ahren know about it...I was calling him on a cell phone at an early hour and trying to describe the music, the beauty of it and how it was just flowing and tugging at my heartstrings, and also trying to wake him up because he was still sleeping and really couldn't comprehend the importance of it all, and it was vital that he did because darnit, this is Belle and Sebastian we're talking about here, and this is the sort of news that would send many kids into a wicked frenzy, but not Ahren, because he was still in the waking hours of his day and his words and thoughts were all blurry, and he sort of understood why I was getting so excited, but he told me that I should really not have woken him up for this news, so I promptly went over to his house (in dreams I can telelport somehow) and played him some b+s, and all of a sudden he GOT IT! and I could see the flicker as the bulb lit up in his head, and he then knew exactly why I had called him at 5am to tell him a b+s story. Oh, and we lived happily ever after. Of course. truly, jessica ***************************************************************** Someone had spied on us, I suppose, as we sat beside the canal and ate the sandwiches, drinking not even orangeade or Coca-Cola but hot milk out of a thermos. **************************************************************** t i n y s t a r @ w o r l d y . c o m +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +---+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+