My father was always accusing me of being hysterical based on the music I listened too. First it was rap that was the problem, then punk, then riot grrrl...by the time he tried to say "indie rock" was making me petulant I learned to laugh at him. Although reading the sad posts on here somedays I wonder if there are subliminal messages. The past year or so I've been bitter in love, kissing as a game, competiting for attention instead of affection, and generally letting low self esteem be ill repaired with sexual gratification. Yet I fall in love and feel hurt so easily. Bleh. I met a Sinister boy at a party Saturday. His name is John (hello!) and he was doing a lovely job of turning off the bad techno music in favor of mixing the Wedding Present. We started chatting, I was drunk for three days at that point, and I was so charmed by his glasses and foppish manner about music. I'm also reminded what a brit-popper I haven't been for a while. I will be travelling to the East Coast June 8-18th so if there are any Sinister folk in the Philadelphia/NJ/NY area I would love to meet up. I am actually going to take care of a friend whose grandfather is dying. She was raised by her grandparents and is only 20. She's never had anyone close to her pass away. I feel like there is so much I need to take care of here and in my life, but sometimes you have to put that aside for your friends. I went to a lovely party last night. A belated birthday party for Morrissey's 40th. DJ only Smith's records. Serve white cake with chocolate icing and almond slivers. Rent the Smith's live video compilations. Photocopy photos of Moz and paste rose petals all around. Steal red carnations from Thriftway and hand them out to the guests to stick in their back pockets. Make Morrissey masks and glue them on cardboard with popsicle sticks. Serve red wine, pink wine, and champagne. Burn lots of candles. Have a karaoke session. Frown at the two wierdos who hate Belle and Sebastian.
I CAME HOME WITH A ?300 LEATHER JACKET!!!!! okay, on the plus side it's "terribly gucci, dahling" but on the minus side it cost the same as say, 100+ pints of cider or.... HALF A CAR!!!!! AARRGGGHH,..... I THINK I'M DELERIOUS!!!!!!!
Dahlin its okay. I'm nursing blisters from a new pair of DKNY pumps I paid $181 for on Saturday. For a pair of shoes! I've never done that on an impulse buy, usually I'd see them and save up and fret and then go back and find them sold. Love Courtney +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+