A Conspiracy of Jews
May. 1st, 2004 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maypirateI dedicate the title of this entry, and much of its content to dear Kevin.
Kevin, I've come to some conclusions, and in looking through my pictures from these last four months, I feel that I should share with you some things that are very pertinent.
The reason you can't smile very well in pictures is because you have cancer.
Yes, Bob reminded me of it as we looked through our Sapporo adventure and saw you in your chemo-patient hat. I laughed, but only because I did not understand your pain. Through film, it becomes crystal clear.
You try to smile through your pain, you put on a brave front, but somehow it always shows. No wonder you're so pale, it's from the strain of fighting for life. I know it meant a lot for you to experience holding that fake salmon, and it is an experience that I hope you will take with you to the grave... if the chemo doesn't work out, that is. Which is, incidently, the reason you throw up so much.
So many mysteries of your life solved! Thanks to Bob, who is so vain she probably thinks this post is about her. And my super hot pictures. I'm such a brilliant photographer.
And a stupid monkeyfuck who left her camera on the plane, G-d forgive me.
And now I must get going. I have to sew Bob's hand to her face, as was ordained after the rousing viewing of "Love Actually" in which I learned that love actually is about how slutty Americans are.
And David told me the truth about Reid. And I'd better successfully sleep tonight, or there will be rocks thrown through windows, and by rocks I mean...well...rocks, I guess. I'll think of something better later.
Hello Keeboo! *wave wave wave* Wish me luck on my drive!
Hand sew to face, unf!
Kevin, I've come to some conclusions, and in looking through my pictures from these last four months, I feel that I should share with you some things that are very pertinent.
The reason you can't smile very well in pictures is because you have cancer.
Yes, Bob reminded me of it as we looked through our Sapporo adventure and saw you in your chemo-patient hat. I laughed, but only because I did not understand your pain. Through film, it becomes crystal clear.
You try to smile through your pain, you put on a brave front, but somehow it always shows. No wonder you're so pale, it's from the strain of fighting for life. I know it meant a lot for you to experience holding that fake salmon, and it is an experience that I hope you will take with you to the grave... if the chemo doesn't work out, that is. Which is, incidently, the reason you throw up so much.
So many mysteries of your life solved! Thanks to Bob, who is so vain she probably thinks this post is about her. And my super hot pictures. I'm such a brilliant photographer.
And a stupid monkeyfuck who left her camera on the plane, G-d forgive me.
And now I must get going. I have to sew Bob's hand to her face, as was ordained after the rousing viewing of "Love Actually" in which I learned that love actually is about how slutty Americans are.
And David told me the truth about Reid. And I'd better successfully sleep tonight, or there will be rocks thrown through windows, and by rocks I mean...well...rocks, I guess. I'll think of something better later.
Hello Keeboo! *wave wave wave* Wish me luck on my drive!
Hand sew to face, unf!
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:22 pm (UTC)I was expecting my hand to be sewn to my face this morning, but I awoke to find everything normal. So I guess that means you went to bed and didn't have time! I suppose it's because YOU HAVE BEEN IN JAPAN!
AND KEVIN HAS CANCER! I can't believe you didn't realize it. I found it painfully obvious. He's so brave.