i am going to make wainbows a get better crazy felt creation. her face is the size of jupiter cos she is going to the dentist a lot. her felt friend is going to be white with a red cross on it like nurse crosses doiii. right now i am reading a heartbreaking work of staggering genius, i know it came out over four years ago or something. i am angry at fil for not emphasizing exactly how amazing this book is to me before. it is very sad and very funny. i like the part where he says, “and then i push him into a bush.” if my brother wrote books that’s what he would write, little stories about him terrorizing me and then at the end he would write in italics pee pee poo poo and it would make his girlfriend’s head explode.

i need to find some of his drawings from kindergarden and grade one and two up to grade eight pretty much cos all he drew was gi joe’s and explosions and armies and guys falling off buildings with blood everywhere and thought bubbles over their heads of them screaming and running and machine guns. i would wear one of those as a t-shirt and maybe make pillow cases too.

the birthday cards he made were major decent as well, they were parodies of mom and dad with triple chins and wicked big hair and the one of my mum is of her yelling at us not to sit on the friggin’ couch and one of my dad washing the car and ignoring us and making us bacon and eggs with a spatula in his hand and his hair sticking up all sunday morning hungover-like. hilarious.

he always drew me with “bee-stings” for tits and the biggest ugliest nose and a bunch of troll dolls around me cos i use to be really into those fuckin’ things.

he bought me a whitney houston cassette, the bodyguard soundtrack and i use to sing i will always love you in the shower and then he called me a poseur cos i also liked nirvana, cos when you like nirvana you are ONLY allowed to like nirvana and nothing else and i would be like SHAWN BUT YOU BOUGHT ME THAT TAPE THAT’S NOT FAIR!