Ok, I'm going to give this a shot. I don't want to write the same post as last time. I suppose I could talk about new years. Wait, first I should say lots of thankyous to all the lovely people who sent me birthday greetings. They quite brightened my day. Ian I believe expressed confusion at my idea of sending in quotes and whatnot for my mixtape. Yes I would like them on a tape Ian. Please do not attempt to send yourself by mail and then jump out with something to say for me as this will anger the postal service. The last thing I need in my life is angry postal workers. Anyway, Ian is the only person who replied to this. If other people might be interested, they can email me for details. If not I shall have to pick out quotes and get my friends to read them. I appologize in advance for those of my friends who will probably insist on badly imitating the British accent. Now, back to New Years. The party started out okay and most people seemed very friendly. Then some glass in the door broke and some neanderthals apparently thought "hey, broken glass is so amazingly cool, I think I will make some more of it." And so the party became more hazardous. Then the sane people started leaving, someone put on iron maiden, some jerk kept taking his ass out, and then the put on porn. Peter wisely chose this as a time to go upstairs and try to sleep. I was a little afraid to sleep incase the neanderthals came in with mischief on their minds. Apparently an unlocked doorknob is too tricky an apparatus for your average neanderthal because they couldn't seem to open it and chose instead to repeatedly shoulder charge the door. Thankfully the door held up and eventually the house was quiet. The whole point of that story is that it was the best new year's I have ever had, simply on account of being with Peter. But now I'm home again. I've got a cold and seem to have developed an inability to go back to sleep once I wake up in the morning. I think maybe the bed is too lonely and those quiet minutes or hours before I fall asleep make me miss him too much so I have to get up and do something. On the way to England there were to other girls going to see their boyfriends. On the way back there were two different girls who had just had to say goodbye to their fiances as well. It made me feel better that other people were keeping up these long distance relationships. I have never come across an American boy with a British girlfriend though. Strange. I like the Rachel Fruitloop and Ben story because it reminds me of Peter and I. It will be our one year anniversary very soon. Throughout this year I have missed him alot, bawled like a baby when we've had to part, sometimes bawled just because I miss him so much, but I remind myself that he loves me and it's better. So Rachel, March, or whichever month you have to wait for, does come even when it seems it won't. It's a year and a half until he finishes school and then we can live together. That day will come too. Currently I am captivated by the idea of what I have taken to calling "the first day of our forever." The first day when we live together, knowing that we won't be apart for huge stretches of time anymore. I imagine the feeling being a combination of incredibly excitement and enormous relief. The idea of our wedding day also plays through my head alot. I console myself by reminding myself that someday not so far off I will be Kara Carter, and as the first sounds of my names join in the harmony of alliteration, so will Peter and I join in matrimony. Silliness aside though, I am waiting for these days with stifling impatience. I love Peter Carter. I love all of you too, just in a very different way, be exceptionally well, Kara Jean* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+