in fact i really wasn't going to write about this, but a) consider this a public service announcement: you shouldn't die because of embarrassment, and b) i had a dream last night in which mr. monkey had to be put down because he had an incurable wart on his big toe and it got me thinking about mortality and such. so, to sum up: bums are body parts too and shouldn't be taboo (oh, rectal poesie!), and i might be on my way out, but perhaps i'm not. we'll see. i'll keep you posted. who knows, i might turn out to be one of those people whom the looming prospect of death behooves to greater creative heights and hey, maybe i'll write a book and finally paint another picture and become famous on my death bed...which would really suck.
the end (nudge nudge, wink wink)
*which, by the way, i am so sorry, but i just don't get. it's an object. in the bum. it is NOT pleasant, and it most definitely is not sexy. just: no.