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.

uncle alfie never gets tired.

she really did! that's how I got called bug!

baby Eclair, you are the cutest thing I have ever seen even though you were bright red for a while there and your head was all squished. your uncle frog and I hope that you love your tiny Baby Dior presents when you are old enough to know what words are and stuff. I will take you to the zoo.

xox

russian roulette is not the same without a gun

three arias, we're all naked. don't expect it at the first ssg show, though.

just wait.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HOBOBRO, ALSO HUSBAND.

we here at Soundwave HQ have made a pact.
for every ARIA we take home, one member of the band strips naked on stage at the first stopslowgo show.
if we take home more than three (sweet jesus!), we start recruiting.
you might see more of Hot Rod than you ever, ever wanted to.
it can happen, Internets.
it.

can.

happen.

these are clues.

hello. the goddamn rock solid dazzlemazing tour: you already know about it, and when it is. the home leg, with obvious spaces between its teeth, i'll admit. dr. soundwave will fill them up with secrets.

it was worth letting your children out of your sight, mum.

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