i’d promised mum i’d pop round the house and hang out with pappa for a bit seeing as she’s off to boston for a few weeks. i called the house a couple of times this morning but noone picked up. pictures of pappa lying dead on the shower floor came to mind. brrrrr. i told myself that he probably just forgotten to put in his hearing aid so i bundled up and made the schlep out to the hoods. i arrive on the street at around 12 and what do i spy crunching through the snow out to the letterbox in his birkenstocks, ratty robe flapping in the wind, tummy on show? pappa! alive! this whole sitch is a bit weird because for as long as i’ve known my now 70 year old father he’s been up by latest 5 am. every freaking morning, ready to bulldoggishly attack life like a chew toy that has to be taken down a notch.
then i remebered that he’d had guests over yesterday, a gentlemens evening (my words not his). he’d invited his cousins and his brother and they’d been up until 3 drinking gallons of whiskey, eating chips and talking their heads off about yung lean. so he’d just slept in late after having had a jolly old time while the cat (mum) was away
borrow 9 books
and then 1 more in passing
2 more from another library
return the first 9
borrow 3 more
and so on and so forth
hello hello hello herroh
as of today i have the pleasure of curating a tattoo inspiration blog over at rodeo
which means i’m going need as much help as possible to make sure it’s not just filled with things akin to that test picture up there. yes, it says “this is a gorgulous pudding”
SO if you have a tattoo or an awesome friend who has one or by some crazy random happenstance came across one your mom’s been hiding for years or maybe you just know this one guy who knows this other dude with a sweet-ass tat FEEL FREE TO SUBMIT SOMETHING HERE
and by all means share the link onna di social networks, post it on your blog, write the url with sharpie on your kids and send them to school! you’d really be doing me a solid.
today i’m tired and a little upset for no special reason. i feel like ayla in the picture up there. i mostly want to sleep and boy oh boy do i. i can sleep like it’s nobody’s business. i sleep like it’s going out of style. sometimes i eat freakish, brilliant, glorious amounts of carbs and they knock me out som ett brev på posten. like a letter in the mail.
i’m not like this aaall the time. for moments sometime’s even hours i’m actually quite peppy. enthusiastic. up and down ad back and forth. it can make my head spin. if i posted every mood swing here it would read like a tennis match. back and forth back and forth. i think i’d be more mellow and find a better middle ground for myself this time of year if i didn’t feel so guilty about not really wanting to do a whole lot of anything but nap.
hultmania out : *
fantastic light at my desk? fantastic light at my desk.