i thought i ought to mail you, i;m sitting here feeling a bit mmm... thoughtful. you seem to get me here in different moods, sinisterettes. Right now, I'm sitting on the matress of my brothers bed, without any sheets on it. I've got the duvet pulled over my feet, and the laptop resting on the pillows. Theres a few little holes in my tights, threatening to develop into ladders. Theres one on the toe, where my second little toe on my left foot has its nail poking out. its a bit uncomfortable, so i guess i'll clip it later. My thigh is itchy, and i don't know why. At the weekend, I decided to start something I imagine most sinisterettes do as a matter of conduct, and started a diary. i kept a diary when I was 15, and starying to fancy indie boys for the first time. Its quite a hilarious read. well, i think it is. All the things I found S!H!O!C!K!I!N!G! When i was but a long haired 15 year old girl in straight vut jeans and checked shirts (with t shirt underneath) and cherry red doc marten boots. when there was a distinction between smash hits and NME, and Melody Maker was a text book i hoped i'd one day understand. And Vox and Select were manuals of indie.Of course, they weren't at all, I just thought they were, becuase like them pesky kids in the Lion the Witch and the wardrobe, i had found a secret garden in the back of Kansas. Just don't tell anyone cos I might get done for trespass. The diary thing seems to be helping my head at the moment. I talk a lot, but i think i forgot what my own voice sounds like. At least, i think when i've used it its to repeat the same things over and over and over again. And i think people are getting bored. i am. so my diary bears the brunt of my 23 year old teenage angst. I'm feeling a lot better after my heavy cold/ flu thing knocked me out last week. I still have a runny nose and sore throat. I saw the plans for the new Scottish parliament. Its looking quite good actually. I even saw where I'm sitting. I'm not telling you, becuase like the lephrichaun on the grassy troll, you might fire your water pistols at me. not that I'm important enoughfor you, but still, it might be amusing. i was listening to Jeff Buckley's version of Hallelujah while sitting on the bus today. Go off and listen to it and you'll end up in the mood I'm in now. :) ahhh. Love Kristin xxxxxxxxxxx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! Music Experience http://launch.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+