enidd shuffles down the path to the big blogger house, bending under the weight of a huge canvas bag. as she stoops to hoist it higher, shiny things fall out and roll away. "fuckity fuck," she mutters, imagining the imaginary scorn on the imaginary faces behind the imaginary net curtain. she feels like the new girl at school.
she sets down a box wrapped in happy-silver-wedding paper to gather up six creme eggs and a kipper, which she dusts off and stuffs back into the bag. enidd's not sure what else is in there, because she packed the bag last night after her second bottle of molvanian champagne, but she does know that it's damn heavy. she's hoping there are some clothes, because the jeans she's wearing are now a bit kippery and the grey t-shirt has a chocolate stain. well, she hopes it's chocolate.
enidd hoists her bag back on her shoulder and picks up the happy-silver-wedding parcel. it contains a furry russian hat from the tourist tat stall on andrievsky street, and it's just the thing to fob off on some poor blogger as a prize.
she turns and whistles, but nothing happens. she whistles again. still nothing. "stalin!" she calls. "stalin, come here, you bastard!"
a large black dog runs into view, a child's t-shirt hanging from its mouth. surely those are tomato sauce stains?
-enidd
p.s. if you hadn't noticed, enidd uses lower case and the third person in lieu of a personality.
Owww... shiny things (easily distracted).
Posted by: Invader Stu | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 10:10
Owww... Invader Stu (easily distracted).
Posted by: Delboys Daughter | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 10:28
(Stalin by the way is a fucking great name for a dog !!!!!! I might call our impending pet rabit that. Or no wait.. Freud. Shag like rabbits.. get it?)
Sorry carry on...
Posted by: Delboys Daughter | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 10:29
Is Stalin going to be joining us in the house? I really am more of a cat person...
Good to have you here, though :)
Posted by: Joseph | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 11:54
Cool, a revolutionary fascist dog and I already know there's a Cat on the way.
LET THERE BE ROCK
Posted by: SpanishGoth | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 12:34
Sorry, your personality is in the loo? Oh dear.
Posted by: Daddy Papersurfer | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 15:14
I shall virtually blow my obnoxiously loud imaginary blow horn to announce your imaginary presence.
[HONKKK!!!!]
[Tympanic membranes pop within the house.]
Ooh. Uh. Sorry about that.
(Whispered:) Go Enidd!
Posted by: La Cubana Gringa | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 16:58
I'm rooting for you Enidd!
Posted by: Sally Lomax | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 19:32
belle hopes enidd is happy in the house ...
Posted by: belle | Friday, 01 June 2007 at 20:28
enidd is online again, and she's chuffed pink at her welcome. stalin is pretty much never welcome, which is to be expected of a dog who makes his namesake look like an upstanding pillar of society.
Posted by: enidd | Sunday, 03 June 2007 at 09:59
Hope you're settling in Ok; looking forward to reading about the next task!
Posted by: chrisb | Sunday, 03 June 2007 at 19:54
So what's next? On tenterhooks!
Posted by: Sally Lomax | Monday, 04 June 2007 at 11:15
hi chris and sally! it's lovely to see some familiar faces. unfortunately enidd doesn't think she can ask you in for garibaldis and tea (or even a creme egg - theyr'e being saved for enidd's secret plan (tm)). but luckily stalin seems to be looking after enidd, in his own psychopathic way.
Posted by: enidd | Monday, 04 June 2007 at 13:17
Aw, Stalin is cute! I like you. And your lower case. Or should that be "her"?
Posted by: Clare | Thursday, 07 June 2007 at 21:54