Hi, I felt I wanted to tell the world about how I've finally managed to put my curtain rods in place. It's been a four month long process filled with discouraging failures. I don't think anyone can understand how happy it makes me feel that I've finally succeed. I think maybe it was worth the wait, cuz the relief now is so great. Today I'm going to add the curtains, which are, of course, more important than the curtain rods, but not the least as tricky to put in place, althought it's neccesary to get the curtain rods properly in place first, which I've done now. Until this day I've had a blanket covering my window, attached to the wall with drawing pins, so that pulling the it to the side have been impossible. The thing is my apartment is on ground level so living without any kind of curtain is not an option. The only thing my neighbours have seen of my apartment is my Star Wars box, which is placed in the window frame, in front of that blanket that is never pulled aside. I can imagine what kind of picture they have of me. Lately I've also been buying a lot of records (again). I think it's almost scaring how music can make me feel quite good and actually bring some meaning to life, as can poetry and art. I guess what scares me is that I might not appreciate real life as much as made-up stories and music. But then I think fantasy is necesarily a part of real life and vice verce and maybe I'm not fleeing at all. And I've got another thing to say: I love my job. Maybe bacause it's only five hours every second week, but I thought I'd still consider it a disaster. I've found out that I actually like running stairs up and down, and bycykling around, giving people their local newspaper. The paper itself happens to be crap, heavily sponsored by local companies. Most of the articles are about how the customers of some company in town are totaly ovejoyed about the good service and high-quality products. Despite of this, people seem to like recieving the paper, but I don't think that is the most important reason of why I' m loving my job. Maybe it's the running whilst listening to music in my sheep headphones which adds crackling sound to every song, and how I'm dead tired when I'm finished. I feel like I'm a hard working girl. I guess it's the perfect complement to my mainocuaption, poetrywriting and abstract thinking. I recorded Crazy Little Frog from the radio some weeks ago, but I could only listen to it one single time, then the recorder ate the tape up. Since I've only heard the song once I can't really decide wether that was a compliment or a diss. But let's hope it was a good omen. The new record will be swell and we will all be very very happy. Love/Matilda +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+