Measurement by Foxglove.

[jacktellslies]

It has become necessary that I provide photographic evidence that I am real:



I'm the gent in the hat. As usual, Alex is planning something awful involving magnets, and Meredith is in the process of deciding how long she'll allow our nonsense (read: existence) to continue.




Both of these were taken by the illustrious Megan Etzel at the Franklin Fountain. Before Alex has the chance to begin another lecture on my failure to be adequately promiscuous, no, I've not yet seduced either of the young ladies who had been working that night, and yes, we should return for phosphates soon.

Comments

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

You are rakish and dashing as ever, good sir.

I miss you.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

You are pure perfection. What is your life like just now? I spend all of my time cutting fish, starting a business and trying to find a building in which to put it, and pondering aesthetics. I miss you, too.

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

My life is almost entirely waiting tables for people who suck. I do very little else. Hence my ennui.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

That does tend to break one's soul. I am sorry. You are right; the time for escape is now.