hello to everyone residing in sinister land. i hope all is well with each & every one of you. i just wanted to tell the tale of my new year's eve. the day started with me poking my head out from under a ton of blankets, anxiously watching the news for rising signs of mayhem. i stared at the tube for an hour before i headed out to work. i was preoccupied with impending doom all day, & for no reason at all. the thought never even crossed my mind before then, except in jest. i worked until 3:00 p.m. (well, if you consider playing "buffy's stake house" & talking to my friends on the phone working, then i was busting my hump) & had decided to go to the party i was invited to. i was leery about even leaving the house after dark, but i figured i'd be surrounded by good people & my ever-loyal security blanket, mr. alcohol. the party was jumpin' & the bass was pumpin'. i haven't had that much fun in a long time. for once, i did a lot of mingling & was kind of disappointed that the major reaction to the query, "1999 was a pretty good year for me, how 'bout you?", was, "IT SUCKED." but i refused to let my friends' lameness spoil my spirits, which i drank an awful lot of. i slinked around, with a bottle of pink champagne in one hand & in the other a noise-maker which i held like a cigarette, kissing people on the cheek & wishing them a happy new year. then the cutest thing ever happened at midnight. my ex-boyfriend (who 2 & 1/2 years ago completely obliterated my heart, twice, but has since been a good friend & the best disco date ever) asked me to kiss him. so i did. it was precious. after that we all danced to really bad music, but i had a good time by myself with a new toy. someone had brought along a black plastic hat with some cheesy new year's 2000 saying on it & so i grabbed it & proceeded to bust michael jackson moves with it, singing the wrong lyrics to "rock with you" & "billie jean". then my friend christopher stepped on it & broke it. from then on i told a few people i'd get their phone numbers before they left, repeatedly, & never did, played fussball badly, & somehow ended up a mummy wrapped in electrical tape. how i got upstairs like that i'll never know! almost everyone slept over, which is good, because we were all very dangerously intoxicated. all in all, it was a great start for the year 2000. how 'bout the rest of you? yours truly, heather e. ______________________________________________________ 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@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+