Shooting a Multi with Amina this evening.. So, world hold on.
What else is new. ..
My old man leaves tomorrow to shoot Iron Chef America. I wont tell you anymore details than that, aside from he cooks better than you. And me.
I don't know what the hell I'm going todo with myself while Old Salts away.
I'm probably going to break everything that vibrates in this whole house..... HAHAHAH who says that.
Been a crazy week. I worked the pussy cat doll lounge at Pure all weekend, and got my ass kicked. So busy.... but sooo much money. Its really what I needed after a long hiatus from being "well to do". Old Salt Munsy's going to be getting alot of presents this year. I've already begun picking things out. however, I cannot post said gifts in this blog, as he reads this regularly.Just know elzig, they are going to be the awesome.
Cleaning the house today, and shaving my naughty bits so Amina can put her face near em. HAHAHAHA
We have the funniest text messages. One of which this morning had the words "4 lbs of shit" and was in literal form. I wont share any other details aside from that, and it's not relative to our shoot tonight. HAHAHAH OR IS IT!? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Spent the day at Wet Republic at MGM yesterday playing water volleyball, and drinking copious amounts of Rum. The best part about the whole day was that it was a work "outing" so I had to go for WORK. Ah, the good life. Bacardi Limon and Lemonade = Best Summer Cocktail.
In a drunken late night state, again my old man decided to "do something sweet" for me when i got off work the other night.... He really is trying to adjust to my new schedule even though it completely conflicts with his own... His first attempt at romance in the wee hours of the morn ended as follows...
He tried to stay up to greet me when i got home on the couch, went out with his friends to pass the time, got totally hammered... So by the time I got home at 530am, he was passed out in a drunken stupor, and immovable from his position on the couch. He woke up 3 hours later thinking I hadnt come home yet and was dead. Mission "Romance at Dawn" = failure.
Attempt #2:
I come home, his tshirt is flung over the gate in the front of the house....lights on inside the hallway, leaving just enough light for me to see (aside from the early morning sun rising peeking through the window) that he is passed out again, only this time spread completely across the bed, sideways... leaving me absolutely no room to sleep. Having worked 3 nights of utter madness at the Pussycat Lounge, and running on roughly 8 hours of sleep through 78 hours of wake..this was not what I considered to be romantic whatsoever...Upon further inspection I see he has at least managed to remove his motorcycle boots, and this is pure speculation, however it looks as if he pretty much went down for the count immediately after doing so. This is what it looked like:
Apparently the tshirt in the gate was supposed to be the start of a long trail of clothing that would ultimately lead me to him waiting in the bed naked and ready for love... but as we all know, that didnt come to fruition either. hahaha but at least he was bootless. Also, immovable, so I slept on his head most of the night. Ah, we love each other. The night wasn't an utter failure however, as he did download and create playlists of the entire Doobie Brothers collection featuring Michael Mcdonald, as well as MM's first two albums.
NOW THATS A ROMANTIC GESTURE I CAN APPRECIATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What else is new. ..
My old man leaves tomorrow to shoot Iron Chef America. I wont tell you anymore details than that, aside from he cooks better than you. And me.
I don't know what the hell I'm going todo with myself while Old Salts away.
I'm probably going to break everything that vibrates in this whole house..... HAHAHAH who says that.
Been a crazy week. I worked the pussy cat doll lounge at Pure all weekend, and got my ass kicked. So busy.... but sooo much money. Its really what I needed after a long hiatus from being "well to do". Old Salt Munsy's going to be getting alot of presents this year. I've already begun picking things out. however, I cannot post said gifts in this blog, as he reads this regularly.Just know elzig, they are going to be the awesome.
Cleaning the house today, and shaving my naughty bits so Amina can put her face near em. HAHAHAHA
We have the funniest text messages. One of which this morning had the words "4 lbs of shit" and was in literal form. I wont share any other details aside from that, and it's not relative to our shoot tonight. HAHAHAH OR IS IT!? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Spent the day at Wet Republic at MGM yesterday playing water volleyball, and drinking copious amounts of Rum. The best part about the whole day was that it was a work "outing" so I had to go for WORK. Ah, the good life. Bacardi Limon and Lemonade = Best Summer Cocktail.
In a drunken late night state, again my old man decided to "do something sweet" for me when i got off work the other night.... He really is trying to adjust to my new schedule even though it completely conflicts with his own... His first attempt at romance in the wee hours of the morn ended as follows...
He tried to stay up to greet me when i got home on the couch, went out with his friends to pass the time, got totally hammered... So by the time I got home at 530am, he was passed out in a drunken stupor, and immovable from his position on the couch. He woke up 3 hours later thinking I hadnt come home yet and was dead. Mission "Romance at Dawn" = failure.
Attempt #2:
I come home, his tshirt is flung over the gate in the front of the house....lights on inside the hallway, leaving just enough light for me to see (aside from the early morning sun rising peeking through the window) that he is passed out again, only this time spread completely across the bed, sideways... leaving me absolutely no room to sleep. Having worked 3 nights of utter madness at the Pussycat Lounge, and running on roughly 8 hours of sleep through 78 hours of wake..this was not what I considered to be romantic whatsoever...Upon further inspection I see he has at least managed to remove his motorcycle boots, and this is pure speculation, however it looks as if he pretty much went down for the count immediately after doing so. This is what it looked like:
Apparently the tshirt in the gate was supposed to be the start of a long trail of clothing that would ultimately lead me to him waiting in the bed naked and ready for love... but as we all know, that didnt come to fruition either. hahaha but at least he was bootless. Also, immovable, so I slept on his head most of the night. Ah, we love each other. The night wasn't an utter failure however, as he did download and create playlists of the entire Doobie Brothers collection featuring Michael Mcdonald, as well as MM's first two albums.
NOW THATS A ROMANTIC GESTURE I CAN APPRECIATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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radeo:
holy 4lbs of shit! u and amina in a multi together! i dont think my eyes or brain can deal with that much hottness! haha cute blog! cant wait for the multi also hopefully u dont work! i ve never really been out haha so u and amina can show a youngin a thing or too im kinda scared not gonna lie haha!
aoi:
a multi with amina???
a multi with amina???