Be elusive, but don't walk far.
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jacktellsliesA dispatch:
I am now living in a former Chinese restaurant, now a fort in the deserts on the border of South Philadelphia and French Algeria. The layout of my post, in part, is as follows: the outside is painted in pink and white stripes. All of the floors are tile, which should make cleanup easier should I require anymore emergency surgeries (please refer to paragraph three). The bedroom windows open up onto an alleyway that does not, as far as I can tell, open onto the street. I've not yet climbed through either of them to go exploring. There is also a door that should open to the basement, but instead opens onto a blank wall. I'll explore that as soon as it opens into a magical realm. I check daily, taking turns employing the various fairy tricks I know. No, I admit, I've not yet investigated the surrounding territories much, but I believe that one should secure the fortifications before wandering out into the unknown. I did venture out in order to find the nearest liquor store, and was thrilled to find it a mere three blocks away. (I planted a flag there, of course, thus expanding the empire.) There is a spider living under the hand crank that opens the bay window in the living room. Her web is the cottony sort, not the geometrically perfect variety; she seems far more concerned with my housekeeping style than her own. Every insect to die in the house thus far is currently entombed in a pile beneath her nest. Clever, gluttonous girl.
Two of my dearest friends are being swallowed up by their own wilderness. I wish them success, cool weather, contented kittens, food that is both interesting and delicious, and at least three of the best used book stores ever to exist within walking distance of their new home. Still: you've won again, Florida. A pox on your swamps.
The pocketing experiment on the back of my neck ended in the company of good friends with a scalpel and a bit of whiskey and blood. I've always wanted to experience a Civil War battlefield amputation, but I expect this is as close as I'll come for some time. As is usual, I was brave, but not necessarily quiet. The whole thing was filmed, both the insertion and the removal.
I have a small predicament. I had hoped to host a party in order to show Fort Ellsworth and introduce various groups of friends to one another. I'd also been wanting to have the chance to spend time with friends on or near my birthday. (I'll be twenty-four on the nineteenth of July.) The plan for my birthday had been to have a picnic and visit a strip club. I'm not sure, however, that I deserve this much celebrating in one month.
[Poll #1011359]
I am now living in a former Chinese restaurant, now a fort in the deserts on the border of South Philadelphia and French Algeria. The layout of my post, in part, is as follows: the outside is painted in pink and white stripes. All of the floors are tile, which should make cleanup easier should I require anymore emergency surgeries (please refer to paragraph three). The bedroom windows open up onto an alleyway that does not, as far as I can tell, open onto the street. I've not yet climbed through either of them to go exploring. There is also a door that should open to the basement, but instead opens onto a blank wall. I'll explore that as soon as it opens into a magical realm. I check daily, taking turns employing the various fairy tricks I know. No, I admit, I've not yet investigated the surrounding territories much, but I believe that one should secure the fortifications before wandering out into the unknown. I did venture out in order to find the nearest liquor store, and was thrilled to find it a mere three blocks away. (I planted a flag there, of course, thus expanding the empire.) There is a spider living under the hand crank that opens the bay window in the living room. Her web is the cottony sort, not the geometrically perfect variety; she seems far more concerned with my housekeeping style than her own. Every insect to die in the house thus far is currently entombed in a pile beneath her nest. Clever, gluttonous girl.
Two of my dearest friends are being swallowed up by their own wilderness. I wish them success, cool weather, contented kittens, food that is both interesting and delicious, and at least three of the best used book stores ever to exist within walking distance of their new home. Still: you've won again, Florida. A pox on your swamps.
The pocketing experiment on the back of my neck ended in the company of good friends with a scalpel and a bit of whiskey and blood. I've always wanted to experience a Civil War battlefield amputation, but I expect this is as close as I'll come for some time. As is usual, I was brave, but not necessarily quiet. The whole thing was filmed, both the insertion and the removal.
I have a small predicament. I had hoped to host a party in order to show Fort Ellsworth and introduce various groups of friends to one another. I'd also been wanting to have the chance to spend time with friends on or near my birthday. (I'll be twenty-four on the nineteenth of July.) The plan for my birthday had been to have a picnic and visit a strip club. I'm not sure, however, that I deserve this much celebrating in one month.
[Poll #1011359]
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Date: 2007-06-28 02:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-28 03:44 am (UTC)I have spoken with Dionysus, and he has demanded you have both parties. He has also requested you slip the brunette at the strip joint an extra dollar for him.
Yours,
~Elf
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Date: 2007-06-29 02:10 am (UTC)Tile also lends itself to temporary floor-paintings, and un-potty-trained baby rats, like the ones I am trying to teach bathroom manners to at the moment. Curse this ancient shag rug.