this is how i killed time the first day in the hospital:
eat your heart out Art Vandelay
it makes me feel better to buy useless shit, play with it for a bit then pass it off to my niece. this room we hung in for the first few days it was like a jury room, no windows, whiteboard, anyway, fucking mental you make up all these little things to do that you normally would never get around to giving a fuck about or getting done if not for thousands of minutes of idle waiting time. those straws pissed me off and the box gave you these suggested things to create, a flower, bicycle, YEAH FUCKING RIGHT, you need scissors to cut the straws to correct length to make any of that shit come to seed. i prefer existential laziness.
then i crashed and have been crashing at fil’s mum’s and this is sophie the peanut and she is a wonderful house guarding dog she just lies there happily and you stroke her tummy as you raid the place. sigh.
cougar drawing (note the cougar print dress and slut boots hehe) i did of my mom on the whiteboard, realising more and more how much humour is a necessity, a staple and certainly a blessing, throughout all of this, and in general.
rocky misses my dad HARD. he’s staying at my brother’s for the time being with his cats to hang with though he seems pretty down, you can tell he knows something is up for sure. he is 4 years old now and tinier than one of my brother’s cats that is not even a year old. INSANE.
art piece a friend bought at an auction (estate sale?) marilyn monroe and all the drawings in the surrounding circle are of what she would have looked like if she was still alive/lived longer. have been distracting self left right and centre visitting friends don’t normally see so much who live in town. v. necessary.
dude, you slay.
rocky early morning, hanging out wondering about my dad, waiting for him at my brother’s.
chester, year old, bigger than rocky.
raymi, nothing is more important…
than your blog. In a sea of stolen ideas and ‘me too’ commentary, yours
is one of few unique, uninhibited voices. Or, at least that’s what I hear
when I read you. What could be less trivial?
Though I do love your style and humour, I can’t resist pointing out that
your lack of capitalization is the difference between:
“I helped my Uncle Jack off his horse”
and
“i helped my uncle jack off his horse”
Thanks for making me smile every morning.
-james
