Ok, a story for you sad lasses (and lad!), last week I had serious bloke depression, when I had a heated argument with my boyfriend. It ended up with us going our seperate ways, and I had to go to one of my mates which didn't know what to say. i started crying and he said "Eh, likes, do you want some coke?" (the drink, mind you, i'm from innocent Norway) But at least he tried, well, anyway I went home REALLY depressed. In my mind I decided to find a taxi, I just couldn't walk another step, in that same second I heard a carhorn-it was my ex-boyfriend who wondered if I needed a ride home. So he drove me home and I asked him in for a cup of tea. he stayed for hours , trying to help me sort out my troubles (Yes, I know it is kind of strange..) And then suddenly the doorbell rang, and it was my boyfriend wanting to kiss and make up, and so we did. And now I'm happy,happy,happy And the morale of the story? Eh, choose boyfriends with cars? No, I don't really know..well, i always listen to "You made me forget my dreams" when I have bloke depression and it sometimes helps! Liz ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------