In which FHC plans on going camping for the WE

Lately, people have been openly chuckling when they were told that I plan on going camping this Week-end in some unknown National Park. I find it quite offensive as I have no problem forsaking my all-too-relative luxury for great outdoor initiatives and am in a perfect shape to cope with nature. Actually I don’t mind at all not showering for extended periods of time. I even have a pocket knife (bought on e-bay) and I used to be a Marine Scout in 1993-1995 and was particularly known for my courage in the French wilderness. I love to camp particularly because in the US there is always a slight chance that you’ll end up squealing like a pig….hmmm… Sitting around a fire in the woods waiting to be raped: that’s my kind of an evening. What will you do with YOUR week end?

In other news, I knew it…I am sure that my $300 i-pod is obsolete now, less than 6 months after I bought it. I hate this period of history so much. Also the “New Fagat” managed to score 12 comment on his first entry.

Since we broke up, LL has been inundating me with thousands of press clippings. It probably is his own peculiar way of trying to make up for the years of abuse I endured in that relationship: so here is an hilarious New Yorker’s article (which could also serve as advice to our friend Fagat) as well as the controversy around the death of Precious. See you at the gym.

Comments

[New Fagat]

Don't worry FHC, the gays will soon realize that I am less charming and good looking than Old Fagat and will soon remove me from my "thrown."

[Russ W]

I was in the Boys Brigade back in England, I got to mingle with boys in uniform. Of course I was 14 at this time so wasn't the most perfect of situations!

[LL]

Wait, I always sent 100s of news clips a day. It's just post-relationship that you realized this was annoying slash charming

[oliver d.]

Precious was an insufferable bitch.
I say she had it coming.
Dumb bitch.

[Ari S.]

I was a little taken aback when Kevin D. said we were going camping in Reston, Virginia. "No, dear," he replied. "WESTERN Virginia."