OK, let's start this thing by commenting on some things people have said here: First, Elish hope said:

I think that there are a lot of people here who are holding Honey, Jeepster and the Belle's responsible for their personal happiness.  Which is a bummer because only you can make you happy, the music just gives you something to sing along to.>

Couldn't say it better. If someones life depends on a Recordcompany/band/individual person (unless its a girl/boyfriend) then you're one miserable sod. Susannah said:

Escort girls, right, do they actually have to have sex? or is it just taking old men to the opera and listening to them moaning about their wives?>

Don't know about those, but my friend works on a phonesexline, and I must say, the things she has to do via phone are quite... strange. Like clapping your hands for 30 min because it sounds dirty like she had to do a couple of days ago, then you know what I'm talking about. Splat splat. Or running your finger on your lips and blowing air out at the same time because it reminds him of... Well, you get the picture. And Damienwreiuye said:

Q. What's the definition of a gentleman? A. Someone who knows how to play the bagpipe and doesn't.>

How true, the bagpipe is the invention of the devil. Personally, I think the walls of Jericho went down the first time somebody tried to play the bagpipe. I don't care if you can play it or not, just please don't let me be anywhere near you. And sorry if somebody here actually Does play the bagpipe, but that instrument gives me the creeps. Now, My Life Story (arfarfarf). Finally got that Gentle Waves' album yesterday. 30 minutes!!! Personally, I think every cd should be longer than 40 minutes. If not, then it should be cheaper. Balh. Angry young man, I am. And I'm still waiting for that Felt album I ordered two weeks ago. At least that one is not full price. Want to say something in this whole shyness-business. Does anyone else have the same problem as I do: Talking to someone you have absolutely no interest in is so easy, I can babble for hours about my toenails, but whenever the person I'm talking with has some effect in my tummy I blush, stutter, can't look her in the eye etc? Bet you know what I'm talking about. Not that easy for me, since i tend to fancy every other person that comes my way. Or maybe it's because I've been living on my own for too long. You choose. Bought tickets to Provinssirock 99 yesterday. Held in Finland, in the middle of nowhere, but the best festival they have in Finland. Line-up this year: Manics, Blur, Suede, The Cardigans, Jimi Tenor, etc. So if you're on your way to Finland this summer, pleeeeaaaase join me. I'm the one sitting on the grass, eating nachos, looking lost, wearing my studyatstow-shirt and horrified because there might be somebody who wants to talk to me, and since I'm sure i'd fall for her I couldn't get a word out of my mouth and so on and so on. Hmm, time to stop complaining and go to work. Sorry about this bitching. I need to do that, otherwise I'd explode. @--->--- Jake "If it's not erotic, I'm not interested." ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+