a monday sick bag to get you by.

Dear Larcy

I’m sat here listening to Green Day and thought I’d begin a sick bag note to you. I walked into work this morning eating a banana and knew I had a sickbag in me, Hehe4. I’m sorry you had a rough night. I know you’re pining a little for that which is safe and known. It’s okay to do that, you know. It’s a sign of exciting times to be a little freaked out by so much life change. Trust me on this score – Sheena will tell you – I’m the same currently.

Last night, I sat there, staring at the window (there was no fire through it at that time haha), and thinking “holy god, this is awesome. all of it. it’s 1996. someone hand me a blanket shirt and a menthol ciggie”.

And then I tripped over the trampoline and thought of you (typical retarded cath action). Thought of you and wondered how you were. Are you eating? Have you seen enough? Did you know that they took the sparkly lights down from outside your flat? We drove by last night and I stalked and saw they were gone. No dead bodies or banners were hanging from the balcony so I’m certain the SuperTenants are doing just fine. Hells, it’s not like your flat’s kettle boils itself. Haha. I wonder if they’ve found THAT candle yet?

There was a moment on the weekend, where I wished you could have been behind my eyes (yell video now!). At the Stables on Sunday, I was buying ice cream. It was then that I wished you could be there. Just right there, for that ten seconds when my heart travelled right up my chest and into my head and i realised that my life is exactly as i want it to be. That I was genuinely happy. That everything we’d moaned about, clamoured for and whinged over salad for (hehe4) was now real life. Yeah, sure, throw in a neverending positive bank balance and fuck off, we’d be dancing til sunrise in new Manolo Blahniks. Hehe4.

So, let me update you on my weekend. Sunshine. Family. Friends. Cameron wah.

My sister arrived on Friday to surprise my mom. My mom’s beautific smile when I saw her on the Friday arvie over rolls and salad (yes, salad, i laughed whilst making it. Sidenote- mtv telepathy, the house just came on, and it’s on random shuffle mode. fuck. Was meant to write you a sickbag, clearly) made it awesome.

You know, it’s weird to have all my family in the room at the same time. it’s weird and it’s good weird, do you know what I mean? After all the empty nesting, then BOOM, altogether again. It’s funny how things don’t change, right?

Saturday was mom’s book fair. Again, the sibling massive (oh god. you’re canning yourself laughing at that term, but you know what i mean. no, it’s not a durban band waha) and it was good. Even when my blister sister prac joked me into making me look like I was making out with a table (only a Jenkin, right? waha).

Then took a little walk and sat by the ducks and had crumpets and chocolate milk. Sunshine, larcy, I know I don’t have to tell you anymore than that. I got an education in birds and smiled. alot. I saw some good people. You know the people who are always in your life and have your back from when you’re even littler than a grasshopper. Yeah, those people. Twas fab.

Took Cam to the stables yesterday. Shopping with Sheena is akin to having a crazy person.

On that note, I wanna tell you about the Shath Maxipad. Yes, I said Maxipad. Lemme do it for you. Shath = Sheena + Cath; Maxipad = Pad aka Abode of MaxiMum Coolness.

We laugh. Alot, Larcy. Alot. There is always laughter. There are constant dyslexic spoonerisms (do not show throughs!) and alot of walking inadvertedly into walls just because we have no cohordination. It’s amazing we’ve come this far without bubble suits. The food’s awesome, there are shoes everywhere, and Cam is loving it.

Onto that, Cameron. I don’t want to brag, you know I’m not into that. I asked her yesterday in the sunshine. I said “Cammie, are you happy?” . She looked at me, grinned and said “Yes, mampa (she’s not called me that in ages, not since the Buddy Days), I am happy”. Then she showed me, again, what she’s learnt at school. You would die. You would die, die, die.

She arranges her fingers carefully, tells me to watch as she bends two fingers in and makes the sign language sign for I love you. Then she says:

“Mampa, this means I love you and it’s for you”.

*dead. on carpet. reincarnated. am snail*

Cam and my niece fight exactly the same way my sister and I used to. Pulling each other’s hair and blaming each other. Waha. Heaven help us when they like.the.same.boy. You do know, it’ll happen. It’s the way it happens, right?

When she woke up this morning she saw another aeroplane in the sky and said “bye lala. bye cwaig”.

It’s funny. I keep looking at life today and thinking – it’s a thing of whimsy, this. This real life is really rather whimsical, hued with green and pink (sick colour scheme, gotta say, but i know you get me). But, the truth is, it’s not actually whimsical. It’s honest reality and it tastes just like a best-of-both toastie, you know what i’m saying? hehe4. We never thought the whim would one day be real. omfg yay.

I don’t need to tell you how relievingslashawesomeslashphenomenal things there are. How important and different and wonderful it is to be taken at face value and not feel pressured, and to be reciprocal in that way. You understand why. I just don’t feel pressured. It’s the icing on my barney cupcake. I wish i could ‘catch the deluge’ of good in a cup for you, and make you tea with it.

I was going to work up a press statement but, decided against it. Instead, I’ll leave you with this thought, and you’ll know exactly what I mean. SOTD: Good Fortune – PJ Harvey.

Have a good day, Larcy McArsey. Cook everything on high. Even long shots make it babyshoes.

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