snow festival

taking my azn to azia. real temaki for lunch and sashimi for dinners at our ryokan. illuminated ice buildings and ridiculous keychains.

the monster's gone, he's on the run

even as my previous and still current fambily changes and depletes, my new fambily grows.
is is eighty-three days until our daughter is supposed to be here.
it is one hundred and thirty eight days until our son is supposed to be here.
it is three hundred and eleven days until the japanese tea garden, and silver and green-yellow chartreuse and tokyo purple, nieces with parasols and tiaras and my clean-shaven brother and hot rod. sorry, beards, i love you but you aren't welcome in the photos.

a change is not as good as a holiday. it was almost a holiday, and it's almost over.
time for snow and cold and my guitars and a new coat. i am told to skip dior and go for burberry.
i hope my ladies are not chipped. i miss my brothaman.
thanks for not posting on my facebook wall asking about the state of my aliveness anymore, mum. thanks for never staying on the phone longer than ten minutes anymore. oh wait, no thanks.
thanks for sending me some really psychedelic coloured three-page long emails, dad. thanks for using them instead of phones because "the interwebs are cheaper". you're really weird. i love you.

countupdowns

two thousand, eight hundred and seventy eight days since.
mine for twenty five days.
day sixteen of twenty.
it's been two days too many.
fifteen weeks and three days.
seven months, four weeks and one day.

shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time

goodbye, Whitsundays.
I am spending my next few days working and attempting to bond with my little brother and showing his arrogant little shithead self that I do not party like a rockstar all the damn time like he thinks I do.
wish me luck on that.