reading transcripts are a lot more fun than the sit-ins. somehow the exchanges seem wittier on paper. more coherent.
today was a classic example of how campy my dad is, in opposing ways.
first was telling him how i needed to go shopping. observe his reactions.
C: dee, i need another suit. it's been raining everyday.
dad's eyes glaze over for a moment, blinks, and then: when you say 'suit', you mean like a raincoat or poncho?
next
dad: so where's shawn?
C: i don't know, he doesn't talk to me much.
dad: why?
C: (doleful) because i'm an asshole and he doesn't like assholes.
dad stares scornfully, turns his back on me and while walking away, says: but he's still got to shit, doesn't he?
ohmygod my father so wise, SO WISE. that's right people, you may not like me BUT we all know you need me.
want to be gaunt and corpse-like again. this week it was sushi and the quintessential vanilla latte everyday for lunch. next week, it'll be air and water.
mark my words (grim) |