Hewwo, Well, last night I stayed at my friend's, and we had a BBQ and drank copious amounts of cider, rum and pineapple and lager. Then, we watched Eurovision and foundit the funniest and most profound thing ever in the history of grate things, and we both wanted Latvia to win because the guy had groovy flares and he could do a mad stary-eyed thing. Then we got really giggly and impulsive and started pulling all the wallpaper off her wall, because she said it would show her mum she was serious about getting her room done up, and really it seemed a good idea at the time (though it wasn't really when I woke up on the floor the next morning surrounded by ripped wallpaper with a really sore head.) Said friend wants to keep a diary of all the times I get a kicking or whatever, so she can go to the headmaster(bater) and throw it on his desk and say "This is the spirit of St Brides, sir,' in a dramatic fashion. I really hope she didn't mean it, because she did something like that before, and I had to deny it all and she was really really mad at me. And she's bluddy scary when she's mad. I think I'll chime in and say that the sinister t-shirt sounds grate, if it ever gets to exist. I've been listening to The Queen is Dead for three hours now, on repeat, and I like it. Some bands that you don't like at first end up being quite good it you listen to them more, like Hefner, The Smiths and Salako, because I hated them all at first. Didn't someone say the next Glasgow meet up was on the 20th? Sorry, it's like a pure addiction now... Jason 'Twee' Andreas pointed at me and said: << as opposed to hitting the bully on the nose, eh Jen? >> Argh! Ok, right, this is becoming my mantra but IT WAS SELF DEFENCE! I went to a party, and I argued with a boy, and I was perfectly calm, and I told him to take what he said back, but three girls tried to drag me out the room, and afterwards they said "But you know how violent you are, Jennifer, we thought you'd hit him". But I'm not, I'm not violent, I've hit someone properly once and IT WAS SELF DEFENCE, and I bet they just wanted to dig their nails into my arm, because they don't like me. I have a tiny little funky gay pink plastic pony with a paper bow tie called Scorchio. He's groovy and I wanted to tell you all about him. Hugs, Jen Ps. I think this post took 15 minutes, but sorry if it's not good. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+