I used to be so much more concise, gay
June 26th, 2007
This shit is STILL hanging on the door to our garage in Illinois. My optimistic poem makes me die inside a bit, superficially because of how thin the rainbow’s red stripe is compared to all the others. Not to mention the misplaced comma after “rainbow.” Just kidding! Sort of. I really do think these two things every time. But it’s not like I can’t handle it.
I much prefer my younger sister’s “poem,” at left. Very spoken-word. Exclamatory. WAY cooler to perform. We should totally stage a slam!
(Just tried. Will post video entitled “Slammin’ It!” or “All in the Slamily” later. Probably not.)
Oh tiny, not-yet-disillusioned young Annie… where the F is “this rainbow”? I’ll spend my life trying to find it because you said it was there. You little fucker.
June 27th, 2007 at 1:17 am
love the headline. love the card. love the annie. missing the photo of you eating a processed food while making it.
June 27th, 2007 at 4:58 am
oooh, love the you. i can probs find a suitable one by tomorrow.
June 27th, 2007 at 11:37 pm
my new mantra. thanks! seriously, totally adorable. it’s cute that your parents kept your work. mine told me they kept it in a special box in the garage. i later learned it was the trashcan.
June 28th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
This is the closest I could find. I’m not the one actually eating the Goldfish, but they are totally in that blue cup. Go on faith.
June 28th, 2007 at 2:11 pm
My mother claims that all of the things I made as a kid were destroyed in a flood but I know she just threw them out.
June 28th, 2007 at 10:47 pm
There’s no WAY either of your mothers threw them out. I hope I never have this responsibility because I would totally lose all the crappy little artwork within a few months. Then I would weep. Then I’d OD on a puree of Sierra Nevada and Reese’s and DIE. Everyone wins!