The Passion of The Bunny.

[_flaming_june_]

Hope y'all are all eating yummy fluffy cake in the shape of a little lamb with jam and bavarian cream and excelsior and royal icing and coconut. Like I am. Okay, like I'm pretending I am. Mmmmm!

Also? Here's me and my poor, poor baby brother, one Easter morning about...mumble mumble...years ago.I swear, I did NOT flick him, no matter what some

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[disgracelands]

Oh God, you so flicked him!

[_flaming_june_]

Did not! Did not!

[witling]

Honey, you look like you! That's so cool. Also, kind of eerie. Flaming June, three feet tall!

Dammy, but you're cute.

Also, Jimmy? Is not happy.

Maybe he wants to wear the princess dress.

[_flaming_june_]

Heeee. Poor Jimmy. I do remember making him play dress-up with me when we were little. I totally put that poor kid in drag. I should probably write him a check for therapy, huh.

[caille]

"But Mommy, Daddy, please! Jimmy doesn't want to see 'The Passion of the Christ'! Can't we just do the marshmallow peep thing?"

From that day forward, Princess June made a yearly pilgrimage on Easter Sunday: bouldering. Once a year, on the holiest day of the Christian calendar, when devout worshippers all over the world celebrate the alleged resurrection of the Christ, Princess June goes off alone, pushing boulder after boulder away from cave entrances. Her work is solitary, dangerous, and almost Sisyphean, except for not so much with the pagan stuff, and not actually uphill. But still really, really starkly symbolic.

Jimmy has no memory of the original incident, and is convinced that the alleged filmic representation was recently Photoshopped. He has retained counsel.

[_flaming_june_]

At press time, Princess June had not been reached for comment, but her minions insist she continues to strenuously, categorically deny Jimmy's allegations. "There was no flicking, and photoshopping is out of the question," says a source close to the investigation. "Neither was there any bouldering, since the Rock Gym closed earlier than they said they would. The truth is out there. We're going to find it, even if we have to subpoena Condy Rice."

[rliz]

How adorable!

I'm currently sick from jellybeans myself, ignoring the sounds of cousins frolicking below and trying to write a paper (ha, ha, ha, ha).

[_flaming_june_]

Jeallybeans! The gourmet Jelly Belly kind, or regular?

What's your paper on?

And, I owe you email, don't I? Sorry, chica. I'm working on it...

[rliz]

Just the regular-- not that they're anything to sneeze at [*], off-brand though they may be. I love and love jellybeans, any kind, and would eat them continuously, and... just did all day. Now I'm ready to throw up and die. My system's no longer as hardy as it used to be, saaadly.

> What's your paper on?

I have no idea! Oh, wait. James Alan McPherson's tedious book Crabcakes. I am making the obvious argument that it is a memoir whose logical and emotional narrative steps are laid out around his occupations of different physical spaces: Japan, the "rolling, open fields of Iowa", and most importantly Baltimore, which itself is dramatized by the central figures of 1) the house McPherson bought for the purpose of renting cheaply to an elderly black couple and 2) the famous Maryland crabcakes of the title.

That is kind of my thesis sentence. It is kind of boring, and also pulled out of my ass, because I have not actually read the second half of the book yet, only skimmed on the train ride home one evening a few weeks ago. Well

[_divya_]

Aww, cutenesses! I think you flicked him. I'll totally lie about it in court for you, though.

And what the heck is bouldering?

[_flaming_june_]

I SO did NOT flick him!

::discreetly slips you fifty under the table to compensate you for your perjurious testimony::

Bouldering sounds like some kind of arcane sexual thing, like cob-waffling or teabagging or salad-tossing, doesn't it? Or maybe that's just me. Heh. Well, see, I found out there's a rockclimbing gym here in town, and I was going to go learn to climb rocks this afternoon. But when I called, the guy said I had to have a partner to do the rockclimbing thing, but that I could do bouldering by myself. Apparently, it's just a sort of milder version of rockclimbing. Anyway when I went, they were closed, so it's all moot anyhow. Bastards.

What did you do today, chica?

[_divya_]

:::pockets fifty:::

Too bad about the bouldering and that you had to go all the way down there for nothing.

As for me, the high point of my day was avoiding cooking bacon. I hate cooking bacon, and if the boyfriend asks me one more time, I'm going to put bacon bits in his coffee instead. It'll be worth the injuries just to see the look on his face. ;o)