Only god knows what I think about when I'm angry or bored: When I'm in love, I share it to everyone. Well there. I'm getting sick. My legs are all wobbly, my head hurts and these yellow dots have invided my eyes. No, it's not the sun. Flu is on it's way, I know it. I have a small spot on my lip: that's why I can tell. The man in the magazine was right: Only beautiful people get beautiful prides. God I'm tired. I don't know why: I slept from 6 p.m. to 10 p.m. last evening, got up, brushed my teeth and went back to sleep. I feel like a character from a Douglas Coupland book right now. Think too much, like they tend to do. And the funny thing is, people in Coupland books think thoughts no-one ever does in real life. But I'm thinking of them now. Oh well, maybe that's something that just happens. I also tend to feel like someone from a B&S- song every now and then. I think Darren Hayman from Hefner sings short stories, not songs. I wonder what all the people who look like penguins and listen to Bauhaus feel, living "in the darkness" all the time. Must be hard to see. Haha. Stupid people shouldn't breed. How the fuck can I feel this sleepy? Maybe I slept too much yesterday. Perhaps that's why my body aches so much, too. Someone mentioned a new matress in here. I sleep on a blank of wood, or so it seems. No wait, I didn't go to sleep right away, after I brushed my teeth. I watched this documentary about Lars Von Trier. It was subtitled in swedish, but I still understood everything he said in it. 11 years of studying swedish here in Finland didn't go to waste, it seems. Von Trier is one fucking genious. After his film Europa failed to win the main prize in Cannes in 1991 (Barton Fink won), what did he do? Went to pick up his prize for best direction and gave the jury the finger. Ace. The man obviously doesn't give a fuck. A bit like me. Haha. Hmm, not a completely wasted day. Wrote two gigreviews. Phoned up my boss and asked if he's got any cd's for me to review. Got two. Nice. Freelancing for a musicpaper is cool. I know I won't like 'em that much, but they look good on my shelf. I've got five books in there. I don't like to read. It's too slow. But what else do I have but time? Nothing, it seems: I'm at work and I've done nothing today. What a great way to get paid. @--->--- Jake tummy hurt 'cause too much coffee is never a good thing. Fuck. I'm sorry, someone. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+