I have a new old friend. I re-discovered him while looking through our main closet, a little friend. He’s a polar bear with a red, knitted sweater with snowflakes and a logo on it and a coke in his hand…err, paw. He has dark brown, slanted eyes and a black nose. I call him Michael, because he reminds me of Michael Cera. He has the softest, white fur, and when I bury my head in it, I feel home. I wasn’t much for teddy bears when I was little, so I guess that impulse is coming in a bit later than other cases. I really love it though. My little, new-old friend.
Email from Succumb to Blasphemy, sent 2011-02-23, 7.45 pm.
When I picture the Future Phemy, I see a very educated woman someone who’s very involved in cultural and artsy stuff. You’re a writer, but at the same time, I picture you with this own… not clinic, because that’s sounds very, like, I dunno. Just not a clinic. I see you as this woman who has sort of like a home for kids who are in a bad shape. Like, it’s some sort of sanctuary for them where you help them and talk to them. Sort of like a psychologist, I guess. Haha, is it funny that I picture you as a blogger too? Like, you write books and you write a blog. you’re probably in America. Though I’m not sure if you’re in Seattle or the state of Washington… Actually, I’m not sure you’re in a rainy place at all because I can imagine you falling in love with a guy who is very artistic (he’s probably one of the reasons why your interest in cultural stuff has evolved into an obsession) and he takes you to live in a sunny ass place, hahaha. Kids? In my imagination you have one at the moment but going on two, hahahaha. xD