A day in the life of me
My heavy eyes open. The usual six seconds of where am I, who am I, how did I get here. Then I remember. I’m Liv fucking Keable. I’m a boss. Let’s get through another day.
The bright sun blinds me, it burns my pasty vampiric skin. Why must the long winter end? I curse the sun and his arrogant beams. One day I will have my revenge, but for now I must endure. I cocoon myself in the usual dark satanic robes and stick a middle finger up at the sky. Not today Mr. Sun. Not today.
I hope Pip is in today. Her and sweet Ian, they are my people. I share a stronger bond with the canine than I do any of my own species. PIPLET. She is here. Excellent. One day it will be just you and I Piplet.
I stomp my flat, heavy shovel feet up to the top floor. Rob isn’t in yet, the swine. Probably changing out of those ridiculous leggings. I guess I’ll just get started on D&AD then.
Good morning Fred, hello there Jamaal. Brethren of darkness, we share a wry smile and consume ourselves in a cloud of grape flavoured mist. I cackle at their stories then, exhausted, return to my perch. I initiate my dark witchcraft of art direction. Double double toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble. That’s this week’s reflection slide out the way at least.
I sense a familiar breath on my neck and turn, startled. My outback stalker greets me and launches into a tirade of questions about grids, layers and masks. Step back or face my wrath you subservient fool. I smile and muster a grin. He’s alright really.
The rest of the day goes as every other day does. Slowly. I crave to be back in my sarcophagus. Cold, hard, I feel that it gets me. I long to be in the arms of my partner. Sorry not my creative partner, I mean my real partner Rob. Well not Rob my creative partner, I mean my other partner Rob. Where was I? Oh yes, darkness.
When the sun has set I come to life. The moon smiles at me. I leave the wonderful, fun, energetic hell having survived another day in the company of more than two people. I have my limits. There is a chalice of cider waiting for me in the local public house and I cannot wait to sink my teeth into it. Avoiding the comforting light of the streetlamps I meander to the tavern of treasure. I have a meeting with the Marquis that I intend to forget by the time morning comes. The cider slips down my gullet like a fish into a pelican and I demand another. Another. Another. Abuvver. Annnver. Anfirhgrigrgefr.
My eyes open. The usual six seconds of where am I, who am I, how did I get here. Then I remember. I’m Liv fucking Keable. I’m a boss. Let’s get through another day.