Ordinarily, I would try to catch up on the messages, but I think I might drown if I try. Instead I shall rant. Yesterday was horrid, nearly pure evil. Not only was work a complete and total terror, but the drivers on the way there seemed as if they actually did want to end my life, and I don't even live in Boston where people just naturally drive like that. Oh, but I nearly yelled at a superior. He deserved to be yelled at, but I like my job on most days. Anyway, the man is balding, wears a rather thick gold chain, keeps his always tacky shirt open far too much, and is just rude to most people. And yesterday I couldn't take it. Afterwards, I was ready to fight though. I miss my boss, he wouldn't let that happen, but he deserves a vacation I suppose. And all my officemate could do was laugh and then ask me questions about "Fight Club." Then I return home to the thought that the night might be pleasant. I talk to my best friend online, only to have her try and make me feel guilty about her journey to Japan. If she was going for herself, I wouldn't have a problem with it, but she is following a man who will only break her heart, and I am just rather tired of picking up the pieces. And picking up the pieces while she's in Japan and I'm in California makes it miserable. I don't think I can do it this time. Maybe the friendship is feeling the test of distance, which is strange because another friend of mine is in Mongolia, and we have never been closer. So, I decided to go to my room and write, but I couldn't write. All I did was think about how miserable I was because of the day's events. Then I tried to read, but books on pesticides are not very uplifting. So, I went to bed with Tigermilk playing, and woke up to it as well. Maybe today will be better. Anyway, I do remember an email regarding, I think it was, "Pearl Harbor." All I can say is that the movie was so forgettable and so boring that I am really doubting the existence of the grand Hollywood epic. Nothing is grand in Hollywood. And I do not know how to feel about Sigur Ros appearing in all of my record stores. If the record stores in Stockton, California have the album, I am terrified for the band. I was already worried about the amount of Belle and Sebastian I found, but I have noticed that no one has touched the section except me when I check to see if it has been touched. And the true travesty is that "Swordfish" is the new number one movie in America. Haven't people learned that John Travolta movies aren't really worth much lately? Am I the only one who remembers "Battlefield Earth?" Take care. Marikka. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail - only $35 a year! http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+