well, the boss is away again, YES! she's sick: HORRAY! i hope i never have to be a boss because i don't really want people to get happy when i'm feeling ill. all i want if for people to like me, darn it. that's all i ask, really... neener neener, that's not all i am asking, really! i really want to know is how much is a good price for a used drum set? because if you see (well read)...i want to teach myself how to play. and then i'm going to join my friends marie and cece deville in an all girl punk-rock band because, as you all well know, there has never been one of those before. (a joke) but i thought: "maybe someone could help me out. why not ask?" i kid you not, i a ctually said that. it's a lovely raining day outside. it took me all morning to read the weekend and this morning mailings from the world of sinister. well, i do read a bit slow but the fact it took me 2.5 hours to read them all is mostly the fault of my sloooooooooooooooooow puter/email server. hmmm, just got booted off again. i love machines. especially those wanking ones! i'm wearing all black to work today. well, actually my pants have faded to a dirty gray color. i've got my doc martin black boots on, black shirt (question: if you have two fo the exact same shirts but wear them both constantly does that matter or am i still considered a consumerist pig?) but my pants are tight and tend to taper in the ankles, real punk rock. i even watched sid and nancy (awful awful) last night and brought in the sex pistols to work today (the cd, not any actual members,--damn! rotten's so dreamy) and i'm pretty sure my marie is off to the pleasant hills library reading the copy of rotten. that is, if she found it with my directions. i guess monday for me is I WISH I WERE PUNK ROCK DAY. because you know, i'm going to repierce my nose, dye my hair that flaming red color i've been dying to do, buy some spikes (i already have the leopard prints taking care of). anyway, the point i'm trying to get to ( i DO have one, i think) is that, i HATE it when people group things together. just because i dress a certain way doesn't mean that i have to BE a certain way. see, my mum's convinced that i'm "punk rock" whenalli have is my pistols, the clash, and a tape of screeching weasel that a friend made for me. ggrrrrr...i wish that everyone could peacefully coexist with everyon, doing their own thing, etc. the goth thread kind of reminded me of this. i mean, i understand that goths tend to dress a certain way, etc. but last friday there was "goth night" at the club i went to a show at. and i was tempted to stay. goths are people, punks are people, hipsters are people, tweebees are fucking people. i just wish that we could all be people before wer were a distinction. does this make any sense? just be yourself and i'll love you for it. now i'm going to go before my puter logs me of f again. plus, it's time for a cigarette and lunch. yum! toodle-oo, KIMberly xx and anyone who is bored: icq# 39133492 +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+