halo sinister. it's a nice day for a TWATTYBUS... here i sit with a g4 named otis (nom du jour), lacking the motivation i pretended to have yesternite when i told my roommate how i'd be getting up early to take my resum� 'round to various places in order to land myself a dayjob. but i've been without one for months, and i've come accustomed to staying up late and sleeping the clock around. that is not to say that i am lazy. i still play piano at nite and have the band and all that. and i work hard... at living my new bohemian lifestyle. i've just been enjoying my solitude more lately. i think i'm slowly cutting myself off from the people that live in this town, and seeking closeness with the etherworld. but that all may have been caused by the latest happenstance in my life. just over one week ago, being quite boring, i went after work to a friend's flat to borrow his copy of rushmore. it was too late to get to the rental place in time, so i didn't mind going a little out of my way for such big entertainment. but just as i reached his door, i heard the mew of a wee bitty: the tiniest sounding kitten. it was coming from his abandoned car, a yellow '64 thunderbird. (if you aren't aware of what those cars look like, just know that they have very wide hollow walls that are nearly impossible to reach even the longest, lankiest arms into for the rescuing of such tiny animals.) after a long while of trying to locate the feline, he was discovered, and i hopped atop the engine to get a better angle for twisting my arm into the hiding place behind the wheel well. "so soft!" i shouted when first i touched his fur. and in my hand, i held the tiniest wee bitty of a hamster-looking cat, one mr. honey mustard seed. who knows how long he'd been starving or acquiring diseases, but he was loved and cared for 24/7 -for just the 7 days - by yours truly. he changed my life in that short time. healed my heart and turned my frown upside-down. and tho he passed while i wasn't looking, i know he's still here with me, and everytime i listen to hope sandoval and the warm inventions, i will think of him and the time we spent together. so forget all the entires i've made of a silly boy who moved away and took my broken heart with him. cos this is the new juju. the one who feels useless. the one with nothing to do in the day now. no one to care for. nothing to give to. and not much to write about except how grape ape TWATTYBUS is to me today. this mourning, while updating my blog (you know you have one, too), i couldn't define my thoughts, so i ended up with a b&s song in my head. so i ended up putting the record on... and by the time i'd opened the fridge, grabbed a peach yogurt, opened it, licked the lid clean, retrieved a spoon from the back of the drawer in the kitchen, and come back to the record player to turn up the volume, the second song began playing, and my hips ended up shaking. and so i ended up dancing and eating yogurt to the beat of one of the best songs ever made. and if you disagree, you are not the one i will love forever and ever. indeed, i have come to the recent conclusion that i could only ever fall for someone that couldn't help but dance to that tune. someone who thinks it's as grate as i do. i wish i could surround myself with people who felt the same. what a charming world that would be. what a pretty bubble... of course, that silly boy would dance to that tune... he'd even whisper-sing it under his breath to me over our mobile connections... but that's all behind me now. ahem. wasting time talking to anyone that's there, juju ps i got one of those notification emails from a crush site... but it wasn't saying someone had a crush on me. it was saying someone thought i had a crush on them. it was somewhat annoying. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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 +-+ +-+ "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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+