scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

8.2.06

i continue to see my house through the lens of what can i fucking toss versus what i really might consider keeping. We can give J the pool table and his NEW NOT-EVEN-A-DAY-OLD BABY GIRL (with TEN FINGERS and TEN TOES*) can learn to be a pool shark as soon as she can walk. she's probably almost tall enough already ...

*boys, when they are on the phone, say "And it's fine and everyone's okay?" and then hang up. And when you question them with well How big is it? and Did D have an epidural? and Are their parents here yet? when can we go visit them? they have no idea of any of these things and just look at you blankly and are very unhelpful.

scrawled @ 18:12