Sunday Apr 17, 2005

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Wow, quite a weekend. Home was decent, the company was outstanding, I ran out of room to bring back my Girl Scout Cookies, I overate consistently for the duration of my visit (Thurs. - Sat.), aaand that about sums up my trip. Also my senile wily 93 year old grandfather tricked me out of my last bite of pie via a clever ruse:
Grandpa: smirking mischeivously...once able to stop chuckling silently long enough to speak...Fenny, look at that very attractive boy over there!
Me: exaggeratedly...Oh my goodness, where?...peers intently at the wine cupboard, the only thing of note in the direction he's pointing...Hmm, I don't see him!
Grandpa: eats pie...Hee hee hee!

They take lighters at airports now mad
Fortunately I happened to have a pack of matches Isadora gave me at Applebee's yesterday. Unfortunately I'm not good with matches. Here's a true story:
I paused after writing the first paragraph of this journal entry to light a cigarette. While preparing to smoke, I was composing the next paragraph in my head, in which I planned to explain how I am not good with matches and had already burned myself once. In the process of planning to relate this information, I burned myself again. Like, just now. I'm special.
Matches: 2
Fenchurch: 3
With lighters I average 10 to 1, in my favor.
This proves that matches are far more dangerous than lighters. QED.


ANYWAY on to tales that revolve around neither pie nor my blistering thumb. Actually, one of them does involve pie again. But a different type of pie. And no grandpa.

This is a very picture-laden entry, so I am utilizing that there nifty spoiler gadget. But if you don't click them, you're a sucker. And won't get to see Antimony's panties. Or the pie.

This Adventure dedicated to MS Paint.

Cast of Characters aka Mob of Miscreants:
unfound
Isadora
Antimony
Fenchurch
pie

Part I: The Voyage
In which Fenchurch and unfound depart for Richmond.
Planned Trip Duration: Thursday afternoon through midday Friday
Actual Trip Duration: Thursday afternoon through late Saturday afternoon
It's a good thing my Thursday underwear is my favorite pair.
PICTORALS!
and so forth

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In honor of Antimonys birthday I bestowed up on them fine hand-crafted GAY AS FUCK dog clothing.




And while were on the subject of gay jokes



There was much funnitude, and many, many animals:


I got to see my baaabyyy, Lazarus II. I think he missed me, even though he was a little cold (ba-dump-ching!never mind).






So, Ive always heard of that thing where pets look like their owners or vice versa or whathaveyou, and I have to say the evidence is there:


although clearly the more apt choice would have been a pet DINOSAUR.

Applebees is apparently the source of crazy perspective/fucked up relative size pictures.
Such as this one:

in which you can see that I am approximately 3.7 times larger than Isadora, and this one:

which is just fucking cool.

This is in honor of Isadora looking really fucking hot in my pants (snickersnicker snicker)


Good times. End Part 1.



Part II: The Return
In which Fenchurch and unfound return, three days later, to less happy lands. And Fenchurch obnoxiously makes said fellow take pictures of her blowing smoke rings about which she is far too excited.
Then she leaves.

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There was this guy just chilling outside of the Albany Airport in his boxer shorts. It was weird. I vouch that voyeuristic pictures are best taken from a bus.

the weirdest thing about this is it wasnt until I got back to school and was going through these pictures that I realized this guy looks exactly like my ex who lived(s?) in Rutland, VT. It is therefore not unheard of that he might be at the Albany Airport, he wore the same underwear, and this is the kind of thing that he would do. Im now incredibly curious if maybe, just maybe, it was him. But not curious enough to contact him, the bastard.

Nothing else of interest occurs in this part, except for that Im almost done with Battle Royale which I started on the way down on Wednesday. It fucking rocks. Duh.




The remainder of the adventures shall be related through the medium of my new newspaper, The Fenchurch Quarterly.
I havent decided on the name yet, but I think Quarterly makes it sound distinguished.
So yes, here is the first, and hopefully not the last.
Heres what critics have to say:
Delightfully irreverent! A Microsoft Paint tour de force!

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I will conclude with an image of peaceful slumber. I think Isadora is trying to catch sunbeams in her sleep. Antimony just looks disgruntled. That's what she gets for waking up.
(Insert the picture taker, unfound, in the middle, and be envious of him for sleeping with 3 SGs this weekend wink )




Fin.

VIEW 25 of 142 COMMENTS
presence:
i found the picture i want on my pillow



and i know what i want to get you off your wishlist also ooo aaa
solaris:
aww i would kill you a thousand times over if you went to a jason sho green exhibit. not really, i would think it was fucking cool... since i will probably never get to go to one, at least i can live vicariously through you. though, even if i had the chance to go i probably wouldn't because that's one of those things where you have to talk to people and stuff... haha.

doing a set together would be awesome! maybe someday.... i doubt you'll be moving to canada in the near future though.... you have far too much cool stuff to do in the states!

awww, did you have fun at the fashion show afterparty though? man, i never would have been able to go to that. just for the feeling you were describing. i guess the more you do stuff of that nature though, the less you feel out of place...

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