2003-05-30 || 8:20 a.m.

|| hand family tattoo excursion ||

i have a secret love of reading old diaries. i just flipped to one where i was twenty and living in the prince house with m and the hellions. waking up under quilts and army blankets with it raining outside and feeling all cocoony, focusing on the back of m's sleeping head that always looked so much like a little boy's. at the time i was terribly depressed and crazy from b c pill side effects, and i wrote about how stressful my life was and how much i wished i could talk to my mum about things. ha ha. i was twenty and had no job. m and i woke up at eleven every day for the express reason of watching jerry springer and getting coffee and pasteles from the panaderia across the street. tough life.

tonight i called my mum about kell and me father's day present. we're going to have early father's day, devoting an entire southern california saturday to do dad things. on the itinerary is del taco burritos at doheny beach and swimming in the ocean and getting properly sunburnt and salty. other activities include telling bad jokes and whisking dad away to a tattoo parlor so that we can get the hand family tattoos. we're not sure what it is yet, but there is talk of pirate anchors or a drawing of dad's favorite fish (halibut) or the old standby pipedream tattoos: a giant squid attacking a pirate ship for dad, a mighty sperm whale crushing a row boat for me (eh. see the amalgamated sons of rest cover for details. is that lame? i do love that album though.), and kelly says to go with the theme she would like a walrus eating a submarine.

and we're totally going to do it.

mummy doesn't want one. mummy is the one hand who is not in love with the marine animal conquering man theme. but the thing about mum is: i was thinking about how it was with her when i was twenty versus how it is now. i adore my mother. we talk about dad's potential tattoos on the phone. i call her while at work and she talks shit about the family. she tells me stories about retired life. she reminds me for the eightieth time about the cousin's july wedding and what am i going to wear because grandma's going to be there. we have become brilliant friends. even if she isn't down for a monster jellyfish devouring an oceanliner.

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