dear "lofty thougts" diary... sundays...everyday is like sunday...a rush of memory and i'm out of breath...the kitten is tugging at the couch strings and making little noises :::scratch:::, :::scratch:::...strangely comforting...my stomach reels in anticipation as tonight i will have my first practice with my newly formed band...singer? i don't know if i will be able to...being filled with sinus-y goodness...yuck...but it should be fun...if not fun... then interesting... this is so short compared to everything i want to say...thoughts tugging me around by the short red hair...sigh...will the day ever cease to amaze me? i hope not... tripping on her stubbed toe. m.elise ps: listening to cinerama to remember kisses... +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+