Starting 2006, I will....
--=[A New Year. A New Post.]=--
The Hotness came to visit last week...
What better way to start a post than to show some black beans and rice?
The Christmas tree in my foyer.
The ceiling in my bathroom. I guess I am kind of patriotic.
Taking my elevator into outer space. I can see Uranus!
I could've sworn Dora looks shorter on TV.
It started snowing pretty bad in the city.
So we went back to my guest house.
People watching on my front stoop.
We went to Malaysia for dinner that night.
I peddaled there on my bicycle.
Ciege sends shivers down my spine.
The bottle has no correlation to what I'm trying to do.
Neither does this bottle to the chicken wing.
Charles' got fed up with people asking what year it was. So he did something about it.
"Hey! Try to lick my ear!"
Ok. Peace. Got it. But the funnier part is seeing Charles not able to prevent himself from doing it with his other hand also.
Someone smells. I think.
Doing what Chuck Norris would do; punching myself in the face so there's more cheek to kiss.
Choking the chicken.
She spits an orange tic tac with deadly accuracy.
As the night draws to a close, Ciege begins to cry.
At the same time, Charles tries hard to keep his head from exploding.
Ciege's sobbing destroys my left hand.
The emotion is overwhelming. Charles says to turn off the camera. He doesn't want the Brokeback moment captured.
Hee hee.
There's the left cheek I was telling you about.
Yea, Happy New Yr, bishes.
The Hotness came to visit last week...
What better way to start a post than to show some black beans and rice?
The Christmas tree in my foyer.
The ceiling in my bathroom. I guess I am kind of patriotic.
Taking my elevator into outer space. I can see Uranus!
I could've sworn Dora looks shorter on TV.
It started snowing pretty bad in the city.
So we went back to my guest house.
People watching on my front stoop.
We went to Malaysia for dinner that night.
I peddaled there on my bicycle.
Ciege sends shivers down my spine.
The bottle has no correlation to what I'm trying to do.
Neither does this bottle to the chicken wing.
Charles' got fed up with people asking what year it was. So he did something about it.
"Hey! Try to lick my ear!"
Ok. Peace. Got it. But the funnier part is seeing Charles not able to prevent himself from doing it with his other hand also.
Someone smells. I think.
Doing what Chuck Norris would do; punching myself in the face so there's more cheek to kiss.
Choking the chicken.
She spits an orange tic tac with deadly accuracy.
As the night draws to a close, Ciege begins to cry.
At the same time, Charles tries hard to keep his head from exploding.
Ciege's sobbing destroys my left hand.
The emotion is overwhelming. Charles says to turn off the camera. He doesn't want the Brokeback moment captured.
Hee hee.
There's the left cheek I was telling you about.
Yea, Happy New Yr, bishes.