mmf. interesting, delightful and slightly disturbing to get blasts from le past hey? that was a postcard i sent to a v dear friend while she was on a dig in jordan and i was living/working in stellenbosch in the western cape. we caught up again recently – we’ve known each other for 23 years and it’s thoroughly awesome to roar with laughter at emails.
it can’t have been v long after sept ’93 that i moved to kleinmond. at some stage, i lit a bonfire on the sand and burned all my personal stuff – letters, journals etc.
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September 24th, 2010 at 00:04
thats really brave, burning lots of personal stuff… but i guess its also v healing.
as for the card i could tell you guys were close…
google ads above this comment box tells me all about “Facial Feminization Surgery” in Ghent, Belgium – a certain Dr. Bart van de Ven… funny how Bart means “beard” in German.
Been laid up w/ flu for the past couple of days, hope to see you around soon!
Miss you like an old hag misses her kitty cat when it’s out on the prowl!
September 24th, 2010 at 00:05
PS – I will click on the ads if you get money for it… OK… and out of curiosity :P
September 24th, 2010 at 09:01
I don’t see ads and I don’t get dosh, so click only if it’s fascinating :)
Eh, I burned stuff, because I got up that morning and tried to kill myself. So I made a bonfire on the beachsand outside my house and tended it while I cut my left wrist. When the blood started to blob out – thick, dark, viscous + it sat on the sand in sort of pebble shapes. I felt completely nauseous, so I tried it up with a bandana. Walked down through the little town to all three of its corner shops, asking for the strongest pain medication they had. Fucking patacetomol. Got about 60 of those and a small bottle of guava juice and went to sit on the rocks over a wild current. Didn’t have the balls to chuck myself in, too queasy to cut. Of course I was a doofus and didn’t have anti-emetics either, so I started puking.my boss + best friend then put me in a room of the hotel where I worked and I threw up every few hours for about a week.
September 24th, 2010 at 09:02
(In afrikaans, beard is baard)
September 25th, 2010 at 22:03
Hey, ripping out entrails never killed anybody, right? ;)
September 26th, 2010 at 09:52
lol.
September 27th, 2010 at 11:17
i do it daily to myself and see! i’m still alive…
September 27th, 2010 at 11:43
hrmf…and are you? i ask petulantly, because i looked for you sat and sun nights and you were nowhere to be found… i suspect you of having a life.
September 27th, 2010 at 22:33
are you joking?
xP
September 28th, 2010 at 14:18
Ohhh I keep hoping…