waxangel

If you were hosting a moderately large Barbecue tomorrow, what are some of the things you would be sure not to forget?

Nothing scares me more than when things are going well. It generally means that they can only get worse. Things going well means I have the responsibility not to screw it up.


I'm the only person I know who's afraid of being happy.


The upshot of all this, of course, is that I'm actually happy.

So, I'm blowing off pool practice and Giant Step in Central Park in order to be hung over. Oh well.

It's been a lovely weekend.

Hooray for Cablevision finally fixing my internet.


I'll update much more soon, but for now, things are good, life is fun, and I'm in such a big rush right now because I have a date with an awesome girl.




Much love.

The big, bad, super-annual SGNY 4th of July BBQ at the Bushwick Country Club was, successively: awesome, crazy, weird, then, finally, even more awesome than before.

I met some great people, one in particular about whom I'm a little extra-happy.



Things are looking up.



Now I just have to figure out how and when I'm going to go visit my mom and dog in the...
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I will now interrupt my recent string of funny-to-me-yet-far-beyond-all-of-you-except-penny journal updates. I will only say that those of you who failed to find/and/or/comment upon the unavoidably awesome humor of "Maximum Cuddles" may have missed entirely my core personality and sense of Funny.


Which means I'm laughing at you, not with you.



Props to penny and Mercie.





For those of you of a more...
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Pudding, I'm not gay Donald Trump. We do these things with style and dignity. Can I freshen you?


You're liquoring me up to see if you can get me on this blanket and do Maximum Cuddles with you?!?!?


What?!?


That's the most that two men can possibly cuddle!! I know an ulterior motive when I see one, pal, I watch enough Law & Order to...
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Shouldn't you be sitting somewhere wishing you could have a baby seat in front of Kate Winslet?

The next stop is Big Bird's house.

The next stop is my face.

Listen:

This past weekend disguised itself as a pain in my ass, only to reveal a true visage that helped a bit to reaffirm my faith in myself.


After working a Friday night shift that exceeded my fiduciary expectations with regards to the persistent drizzle that stamped itself upon that early June evening and extended its welcome well into the wee hours of the succedent...
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