the carbon monoxide detector keeps going off in my house but my mum
bonjour, firstly, thinks the basement looks too messy to have anyone over, so she said she'll wait for one of the cats to die so she knows its serious and then she'll call someone.<< oh.my.god. is my mother, like, doing some sort of shared parenting thing? because we desperately need to get our ducts cleaned (i'm sure it's the reason for my super environmental sensitivity, plus the reason i'm all sniffly at home and get miraculously better when i go stay someplace else, even a place with cats or animals with fur that you'd think would stuff me up, but they don't) and she refuses to call someone in because my room is "too embarassing", apparently, like i'm some sort of crazy art experiment that malfunctioned. i'm not sure how sick i'll have to be before something is done, but i'm dealing with a vicks humidifier and a heater and nothing has been done yet. i like to think that my room is tastefully decorated. this seems like an appropriate time to insert an ink polaroid of myself in my room: the reason i'm hanging over the end of my bed, the headboard sticking into my ribs, is because my pile of magazines has fallen off the edge and slipped underneath some clothes...wallpaper* and jane and minx and my "standards of excellence" flute theory book are all wedged somehow underneath my bed, and my arm is flailing back in an odd way because i'm simultaneously trying to keep myself from plunging headfirst into a pair of japanese-ish thong sandals and a vicious looking milk crate that holds my notebooks. that's a vogue flying through the air, if i'm not mistaken, and i'm feeling a little embarassed because even though pants that sit low on the hips are good for showing a little belly, they're not so good for leaning-over-the-bed photos...my underwear is peeking out over the waistband. so my room seems like a fairly typical "tortured genius" sort of room, i think, rather than simply cluttered. it's not messy, though. i keep things totally clean. i just have a lot of stuff, especially magazines (they're my real obsession, i'll read any magazine i can get my hands on and once i even snuck one from the health club i used to work at), and it's hard to organize everything when magazines are towering everywhere. all this talk of pocketbook angel, keeps making me think of gram parsons, which i'm fully aware is grievous angel, but i still associate any sorts of songs about angels with sweet, sad gram. poor guy, that one big album mocked inconsiderately by the alternakids in the record stores, not realising that gram is ten times the man stinky marilyn manson is, and not even half as controversial (at least, not immediately to parents. if they have any questions about drugs, though, you may have to lie a little) but way way sweeter and able to touch that chord that b+s do. and the talk about rhoda makes me think of mary tyler moore, probably everyone else does too but it's neat how ideas pop into my head with just the one word, and try as i might they keep appearing and i get sidetracked. and can you believe how much of a fuss is being made over a little snow? i'm in toronto, and even seasoned canadians are taken aback by this amount of snow. and in the states? in buffalo, there was a travel ban today. puh-lease, *travel ban*? how wimpy is that, saying that you can't go out because of some snow. just put on those scary backwoods kamik boots and suck it up. i'm going to make some snow angels tomorrow (gram parsons again), it does require planning because i'd like to get inside right after and dry out my pants. what's the deal with john peel putting mogwai's "xmas steps" on the festive 50? out of all the songs, why would he pick that one? it's much less structured than their others, i think, and that's not in a good way. it sort of meanders a little too much. on the other hand, "small children in the background" is superduper, any song off that epee other than the one he chose. b+s, awright! but perhaps they should be docked points for not using names like cpt. meat in their album booklets like mogwai do. just imagine, stuart "cpt. meat" murdoch? and isobel "t+a" campbell? stuart "this is pish" david? stevie "action" jackson? chris "mama's boy" geddes? mmm, neo citran.do not mix with nyquill. loving smooches, jessicaxo +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+