a sickbag note for larcy

Dear Larcy

it’s strange how you can find me. you always do, don’t you?

I’m sitting here, post load-shedding, attempting productivity (did i tell you my productivity levels in this office have gone up oh, i don’t know 99% wah since you left? wah. hehe4) and not working and instead making a 1996 cd.

Yes, as in compilation tape but it’s a cd, told you. it’s 1996. told you told you told you.

Anyway, so I’m here, and doing it, furrowed brow and muffin in hand, and thinking i wish i could run the tracklist past you first before well, completing it.

I know you’d insist on Seether and throw in a bangles number because that’s the way we roll. hehe4. Then we’d talk about presentation, you’d throw in a smarm comment about getting someone else to do it, and we pretend it doesn’t happen and think about lunch instead.

I eat some more of the muffin and you’d laugh about it being 1996 and ask me if i have a blanket shirt on today.

I’d stab you in the eye with a spoon and you’d regale me with your recent story of how NOT to domestically succeed in the kitchen, without turning it into a nuclear warzone. (cf. a Jenkins recipe book – Cook Everything on High!)

You’d snark a comment about it all, and I’d laugh and regale you with how retarded I am in the dark.

If it were happening here, we’d both be freaking out, about tomorrow being the 17th april and the breeders and how it would be, how we would lean on each other and feel. Instead, I am working towards a massive seance type movement with you. Transcontinental Purge, we called it.

I finish my muffin, and begin burning said 1996ness cd, and then, it comes on iTunes.

Better Be Home Soon – The House.

It is then that I know, that with our MTV telepathy, boiling kettles, exploding appliances, wormy salads, dash of milk in cereal, 12s ahoy and matching cycles, that you are with me every day.

just tell me all the things you would change. i’ll wait for you to come around and spin my talk.

=)

love you larcy.

as we are.

particularly for the two of us who cannot leave the house today and are sitting on opposite ends of the fishbowl.

(not mine)

predictable as we are
we laugh at the same jokes and watch similar movies and have tastes much alike sort or less and use nothing than our intellectual talents

dependable as we are
we start off on our first trip to paris and though we travel our own highways we only degrade those who degrade us

foreseeable as we are
we turn black into white and the other way around
and you loving your cheese and wine and me loving everything that at least is a little bit unacceptable

acceptable as we are
we let our functions work properly and much more we do not share any secrets
sometimes the thought of that is frightening

amicable as we are
we both laugh and cry submit to our own fears and have simultaneous experiences have our do’s and our don’t’s some for the better and some for the worse why even care

lovable as we are
we shake hands and ceremonial gatherings our friendliness postponed to better moments and our likeabilities postponed to those dear to us

unforgettable as we are
we love our midnight conversations
thank god lack matching outfits and do not listen to the same music though we know what we are when we are together and know what we aren’t when we are seperated

dysfunctional as we are
lacking some sense in our lives yet somehow making it through each day

sightseeable as we are
we know where we are altogether honest and open
it’s a dirty world but we manage to survive with our evergrowing love fears and trust and wisdom overall intact