Markie came over and installed some new bluetooth stack on my computer today. Good for him. If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t be able to show ya’ll the Garden of Babylon or the Sparks-and-Absolut fueled afternoon that created it. For your viewing pleasure, Mark and I gardening:
Smarter boys would learn to watch what they type when posting to the interweb, but unfortunatly I’m sometimes a bit of a dim discoball. I referenced the Foggy Bottom Alcoholics Anonymous on here and had to explain to someone in real life that I wasn’t in AA (not that I shouldn’t be). Its a term…
Yesterday was Nill’s birthday. Kind souls that Nills and Lee are, they invited the 14th Street Christian Youth Association (read: Caitlin, Ashley, Jeremy, and I) over for Tapas. In true fourteenth street fashion we arrive noticably late for a guest list that only plus-one’d one more– Miss Maria. Thankfully, fatties need not be worried, the…
Technology came to my door this week in the form of an itty-bitty bluetooth dongle. Its adorable, the little dongle, and I can’t help but gush and make googly eyes at it– it’s smaller than Fetus Spears. The hope was to get my phone a chat-chat-chattin’ with my lappy top, eventually setting up a photoblog…
Just a moment of zen from a recent conversation: I am betting that the average number of threesomes my gay male friends have had is higher than the average number of total sex partners most of my straight male friends have had. Myself included, hell.
Making efforts to be dirtier than Anna Nicole at the generous geriatrics nursing home, the Mid City Market directly below me has been indundated by something a little unpleasent. Something a little gross. Hell, lets just come out with it: I’ve shit on the market. Yes, kiddies, the minute you give me running water again,…
It’s 7:15. I’ve just lost an hour of sleep due to Day Light Savings Time. I woke five minutes ago and franticlly put on my pants and socks and got ready to run out the door, for fear that I was already an hour late for work. Oh, I’ve definatly only slept an hour. It’s…
Kelly, of the she who gave my keys to an asian fame, hasn’t called me since I’ve been home. Not since she knew I found out, not since I confronted Lauren, not since my plane landed have I heard shit from her. I don’t know what I think about that. She hasn’t given me an…
[via boing boing] Its soooooooo a blowdryer! I want one! Real, real bad.
*Mike double fists a Sparks and Puja’s Heinkein 24oz*Puja: Can I hit it ‘fore I hit it?*points to Heinkein*Mike: No, I’m enjoying my trashyness*Puja reaches for the bong*