What a long, strange weekend.
If any of you wondered what it's like to wake up next to me in the morning, there ya go.
Don't let the follicles fool you, it's less steel wool and more kitten fur.
For the last four days, the little hamlet where I live has been bombarded by high winds coming in from the Pacific. The natives call this area 'Hurricane Gulch' because we're usually the first to get all the turbulent weather the Bay Area experiences. Personally, I love it. The Bay to the front of me, the ocean to the rear. Heavy fog greets me every dawn and dusk with clockwork precision. It's quite comforting, a sort of veil that encases us from all the activity and congestion in the City and its surroundings. My only gripe are the raccoons. They like using the cars as places to sunbathe. Bless those creepy, greedy striped fucks.
Anyways, the latest series of persistent gusts have cleared out a lot of the forest and undeveloped plots around here, giving the young greenery a chance to mature as summer approaches. I can relate a bit, seeing as I'm going to be turning a new leaf soon.
Or a new "roll" if you will...
Seven days from now it all ends and begins again... the big 3-0! Honestly, I feel apathetic about the situation. Most likely due to the typical fare that occurs around my birthday. a) I make plans, b) they evaporate into aether, c) I stay home and do nothing. Not this time, homie.
Somehow I acquired a few tickets to Kristen Schaal's set Friday night, so that should be entertaining.
I wish she would stalk me.
I like face cookies as much as the next guy...
After that, I may go to a game or two of the Bay Bridge Series. Go A's! Then of course, there's PRIDE. I can always pretend all the confetti, balloons and glitter flying through the air and dance music blasting is meant to be a big city-wide gay birthday celebration for me. LOL
If anything about aging, I don't look a day over 18 after I shave.
Oh yeah, Allieshamallie forced me to update my wishlist. I must emphasize that I AM NOT FISHING FOR GIFTS. At the very least I want to showcase how terribly difficult it is for my friends to shop for me on those rare occasions!
Lastly, no birthday cake. I would much rather be presented with sprinkled ass.
Just sayin'.
CRAFT-TASTIC!
If any of you wondered what it's like to wake up next to me in the morning, there ya go.
Don't let the follicles fool you, it's less steel wool and more kitten fur.
For the last four days, the little hamlet where I live has been bombarded by high winds coming in from the Pacific. The natives call this area 'Hurricane Gulch' because we're usually the first to get all the turbulent weather the Bay Area experiences. Personally, I love it. The Bay to the front of me, the ocean to the rear. Heavy fog greets me every dawn and dusk with clockwork precision. It's quite comforting, a sort of veil that encases us from all the activity and congestion in the City and its surroundings. My only gripe are the raccoons. They like using the cars as places to sunbathe. Bless those creepy, greedy striped fucks.
Anyways, the latest series of persistent gusts have cleared out a lot of the forest and undeveloped plots around here, giving the young greenery a chance to mature as summer approaches. I can relate a bit, seeing as I'm going to be turning a new leaf soon.
Or a new "roll" if you will...
Seven days from now it all ends and begins again... the big 3-0! Honestly, I feel apathetic about the situation. Most likely due to the typical fare that occurs around my birthday. a) I make plans, b) they evaporate into aether, c) I stay home and do nothing. Not this time, homie.
Somehow I acquired a few tickets to Kristen Schaal's set Friday night, so that should be entertaining.
I wish she would stalk me.
I like face cookies as much as the next guy...
After that, I may go to a game or two of the Bay Bridge Series. Go A's! Then of course, there's PRIDE. I can always pretend all the confetti, balloons and glitter flying through the air and dance music blasting is meant to be a big city-wide gay birthday celebration for me. LOL
If anything about aging, I don't look a day over 18 after I shave.
Oh yeah, Allieshamallie forced me to update my wishlist. I must emphasize that I AM NOT FISHING FOR GIFTS. At the very least I want to showcase how terribly difficult it is for my friends to shop for me on those rare occasions!
Lastly, no birthday cake. I would much rather be presented with sprinkled ass.
Just sayin'.
CRAFT-TASTIC!
WAIT. There is something I would like to have for my birthday... these sets on the friggin' front page.
(btw, you can check their sets out by clicking on the pics)
If these fine friends of mine aren't eventually featured on FP, I swear I will find to way to physically burn down this website. Don't test me.
That, or I will kick over a random schmoe's shopping cart.
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you should write me something sexy sometime. ;3
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