today was grannie's funeral. it was oddly not sad. the priest was a big dork tho, he not only misprounced my granma's last name and got basic facts about her life wrong (he said she was a wonderful mother to her sons and daughters--she only had sons) but he also just plain sucked ass. and i looked in the open casket, which is something i've never done before. again, not too sad or anything, but she didn't look like the gran i remember.
so i was thinking about death and stuff. when i die i want to make people laugh. like, when i die dress me up in a clown suit and play kylie or kraftwerk. or cremate me and mash my ashes into hog feed. on my tombstone, please install a giant cukoo clock.
so today i ate a lot of coldcuts and sody. it was wicked good. lately i've been in the habit of talking like a bostonian, "this paaahty is wicket smaaaaht. aaahre you retaaahded?
xo,
t-w-e-l-v-i-s
so i was thinking about death and stuff. when i die i want to make people laugh. like, when i die dress me up in a clown suit and play kylie or kraftwerk. or cremate me and mash my ashes into hog feed. on my tombstone, please install a giant cukoo clock.
so today i ate a lot of coldcuts and sody. it was wicked good. lately i've been in the habit of talking like a bostonian, "this paaahty is wicket smaaaaht. aaahre you retaaahded?
xo,
t-w-e-l-v-i-s
looks like we're equally fucked up & taking the same shit.
allright!