Monday, March 27, 2006

Natural History


What is the purpose of this endeavor?

To love...


I am grateful beyond words that these are my problems and that there is nothing seriously bad to complain about. I should be weeping with gratitude.

And I often do.


This picture is how I see me and Yolie. Riding off into the sunset on the back of a dinosaur skeleton. My arm around her, our faces close together as the light dims and something sweeps in to claims us...





Anonymous Anonymous said...

i don't know why, but this image doesn't seem sentimental to me at all. you two just make me want to bust out crying.

5:24 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Shit. We make me bust out in tears all the time.

That 1943, Jim. That's a fucking wonder. I swear to God.

I am so telling everyone you're my close, personal friend, and that I frequently was standing there beside you when you created these things, pointing out yr spelling errors and even one time lending you my very own pen, which I happen to have right here and I might even be willing to part with it if the price was right.

7:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hahaha. i been telling people the same thing about you, only when i lent you something it was a number 2 eagle with a good eraser that hadn't been chewed on. and i tell em the word you have the worst luck with is rickyshet.

4:05 PM  

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