how could humans survive without humour?
the diffuser of anger, the cure for all hardship, the cause of stomach splitting and cheek stretching pain.
the final showdown with my dad was a jolly one, only because i refused to take this entire thing too seriously, unless necessary.
i chilled the fuck out after my mum found my supplements in a search for hers, and because my dad unpacked his filing boxes which lo and behold, contain all my citizenship crap.
the confrontation went as rehearsed as in my head, but the stage directions were different. i was grinning, and he laughed to cover up for his embarrassing stubbornness (like father, like daughter), calling me a pedar sookhteh.
and when he admitted to how lost and upset he was when he first realized they were missing, i yelled at him "NOW YOU KNOW WHAT I FEEL LIKE!"
he is totally helping me find my credit card.
i'm making him.
le fin.
and thanks for all the support, my loyal allies. you will be awarded with flashy medals, ribbons, kisses and ceremonies.
now i'm off to find postmodernity in advertising.
