it's funny, a sunday morning, driving down the street...leslie came over yesterday. she thought it might be fun to do something for halloween...nothing much. we went to the diner and had some coffee and she had a cheeseburger, and we were listening to something in her car and i asked her what it was, and she said something that sounded like "oz sumate these" and i said "what?" and she said it again and i asked again and this happened a few more times and finally i just gave up and said "oh. hm." it was really confusing, too, because i knew all of the songs. later on when i went to get my bag out of the trunk, i found the case for the cd and felt very very silly. leslie's the one who lives in the castle house. it's actually called "the castle," and apparently it's one of the oldest houses in the area....built in 1890, which is quite old for the usa. there are lions carved over the windows, and they're creepy. leslie told us a scary story about the house, but it wasn't scary so much as it was sad. us...yes, melissa came over as well, and asked me for a cigarette so i gave her one, and then the whole time she smoked it she talked about how much she hates smoking and said "dammit kirsten, you're a bad influence." it's not like i had offered a cigarette....ach. well. we drank some....and i found some shimmery blue powder and we started having fun....leslie got out shiny grey garbage bags, and we found glitter and tape....and within fifteen minutes we were three mod spacewomen, and i kept saying "meepmeep" and melissa kept walking with her arms at her sides and her hands out at a ninety degree angle, and leslie kept taking photographs. we went down the street to a place called halisco's, and there was a boy with wings that nearly touched the ground. and we saw the hamburglar, too, and a lot of girls who seem to use halloween as an excuse to wear very little clothing. the line for the rocky horror picture show stretched all the way around the block last night...we thought for a minute about going, but leslie's friend from class who works there would have spotted us in a second and made us do not-so-nice things on the stage. so. halisco's. we ordered a pitcher of margaritas and they were the color of ecto-cooler. stopped across the street for cigarettes, and a woman poked her head into the station and said "what are you s'posed to be?" and laughed. i think melissa said something. i think i said "meep" very quietly. now it is 10:00 AM and i've just gotten home from leslie's, and i have to go open the shop. oh this is going to be a swell day, i can already tell. i'm never going to get all of this glitter off. byebye love kirsten oz sumate these...sheesh. Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+