Considering what a lazy slug I am, devoting my life to sleeping and eating cookies, the last three weeks have been a disturbing whirlwind of activity. A bee, baby, a busy little bee, that’s me. And I have hated most of it. Never has my bedroom seemed so appealingly cozy yet so far away.
I managed to get all my rugs washed, host that adorable miscreant Diane von Austinburg, get the apartment painted, and take down and then put back up my massive aluminum plate collection.
A collection which my brother thinks resembles hubcaps on the wall. I know this because we had dinner last night and he said so. Yes, I am back in the old country, Houston, Texas. As is my right as a native, albeit misplaced, Texan, I have spent my time here putting away large plates of the holy trinity of Texian foods: barbecue, fried seafood, and Mexican food.
I also have chatted at length with my dear brother about our odd family and he caught me up on the gossip which I would already know about, apparently, if I just would get sucked into the FaceBook vortex. I refuse, I prefer to get my gossip as god planned it, second hand from a biased family member.
Naked guys for Mikey and the gang at Chaturbate: