subtitled: in sections.
playing: crowded house – the best of
track: weather with you.
Dear Larcy,
I thought it time to write. I won’t go round and round the bag but stick to straight lines and attempt to not knock myself out unintentionally with a giant bag of peas.
How are You?
are you living at 57 Mount Pleasant Street yet? 😉 hehe4.
are you warm? fed? free of criminal record? (aside from that one time you were caught stalking youknowwhomorgan)
have you spoken to your supermom and dad?
did you know that i miss you? like a fat kid misses cake when sent to a fatfarm? good. you know now.
have you got a job yet? (specs: free access to skype, fb and perezhilton. i have no other requirements, aside from the no loud chewing addendum on my job rider, thank you mr prospective employer)
tell me all the things you would change… about londontown. hehe4.
Me:
i’m going nowhere on the mantelpiece. i’m totally stoked with this. truth is, i’m singing like a bird released.
we’ve had some hairy moments where i wantedslashneededslashprayedfor you on skype. but, as always, we’re swinging swooning fine.
sheena is awesome to live with. she made me tea this morning when i woke up late.
the berg was beautiful. i know now that someone else we know is a big fan of the nougat. (yes, add that to the pile).
it was truly 1996, i should have worn a blanket shirt. i shit you not.
i walked a lot. it was good. i got a little sunburnt and a smile that’s getting me by in a very good way indeed.
“it feels like nothing matters in our private universe”
i’m sorry we didn’t see each other again. i think it’s better that way. this way, it’s not goodbye, it’s only goodnight. it is only goodnight, larcy. i promise you that.
The person your mom calls the special child and with whom I agree:
is going to the toilet on her own now! totally.
is smiling. she’s so beautiful i could cry. gonna have to cut the fringe again soon.
she went to the animal farm on the weekend with her dad and school. she loved it.
The other night she saw a plane and said “mommy is that lala and cwaig?”
The house:
Narcolespy couch claimed another victim on sunday. Waha.
The kettle’s boiled, feathers have ahoooyed everywhere, and sheena is a-okay with this. We always knew my life would be beyond normal, right? Wish you’d met her. You’d die. waha.
We made potato and butternut bake. and i made an awesome pasta. legendary. i’d send you a food parcel if i knew it would get there before the Fedex dudes ate it.
We drove past your house the other night and I got a little emo. Luckily for me, I had good distraction after looking at the lights.
Fly free my lil chicken. You have good wings.
“God bless you in your travels, your conquests and queries”
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