Friday.
If you haven’t seen it / joined it yet, please visit hotbread. This is a site dedicated to putting together a memorial / benefit for PSC in Austin next year. This in memory of Joe texapocolypse and also helping raise awareness of a disease that does not have enough money being thrown at it for research and a cure. Good stuff!
Off work today - about to start cleaning some more of my filthy house. We haven’t been home long enough to do anything to it and it’s a horrible disaster. We’ll see what happens.
In lighter news - Zane, Robert and I will be taking a little sweet vacation (cruise) on the brand new Liberty of the Seas Royal Caribbean ship, leaving May 11 - 14. Stopping off in the Bahamas, as I understand it.
This was a nice surprise (from his company), as it’s the inaugural sailing and it’s not going to cost us a dime. That, combined with the fact that Zane gets to go, too. That makes me feel happy. He has never been on a cruise ship and this one is pretty bad ass.
Hope all you good people are doing well … I’ve been unable to post or read much; this has been a weird week. 2007 in general so far has been terribly weird.
And I’ve been invited to some “Pure Romance” party for a friend who’s getting married. It’s presumably one of those dildo-parties where a bunch of giggly girls are going to sit around and drink out of dick-straws and eat little wieners and wang-shaped snacks, whilst picking out ill-fitting trashy outfits for our friend to wear “in the bedroom”. Gag. I don’t know but it sounds lame and disgusting. If there’s a male stripper I’m going to fucking vomit, I swear … Zane says he wants to make a party-tray for me to take to with me, with things like bananas, carrots, (phallic food), and he is very excited to strategically place kiwi fruits at the base of each dick-like foodstuff. I have long avoided such parties, as they seem so incredibly weak and un-fun. I don’t know the people who are going to be there (except one) and dog forbid her mother who’s super-conservative and will probably be mortified the whole time. Gah … Maybe we’ll sit together and I can offer her a taste of cherry flavored anal-ease or offer her a KY warming lube massage. I’ll ask her if she shaves her snaj. That should be fun.
I promise though, I will cross every possible line and make sure the word “cock” is in every sentence I speak. “This is a great COCK-tail party! Oh yes, please - I’d love to eat a delicious COCK on a cracker. More COCK please! Oh my goodness, isn’t that COCK cookie hilarious, y’all? Look at my tiny little COCK straw! Am I drinking JIZZ out of my COCK STRAW?! Ha ha - what a hoot, all these COCKS everywhere. Is there going to be a COCK fight? Hey y’all - where’d my COCK go? Are you sitting on my COCK?” Just watch me.
/back to stupid cleaning of the house.
COCK!
Off work today - about to start cleaning some more of my filthy house. We haven’t been home long enough to do anything to it and it’s a horrible disaster. We’ll see what happens.
In lighter news - Zane, Robert and I will be taking a little sweet vacation (cruise) on the brand new Liberty of the Seas Royal Caribbean ship, leaving May 11 - 14. Stopping off in the Bahamas, as I understand it.
This was a nice surprise (from his company), as it’s the inaugural sailing and it’s not going to cost us a dime. That, combined with the fact that Zane gets to go, too. That makes me feel happy. He has never been on a cruise ship and this one is pretty bad ass.
Hope all you good people are doing well … I’ve been unable to post or read much; this has been a weird week. 2007 in general so far has been terribly weird.
And I’ve been invited to some “Pure Romance” party for a friend who’s getting married. It’s presumably one of those dildo-parties where a bunch of giggly girls are going to sit around and drink out of dick-straws and eat little wieners and wang-shaped snacks, whilst picking out ill-fitting trashy outfits for our friend to wear “in the bedroom”. Gag. I don’t know but it sounds lame and disgusting. If there’s a male stripper I’m going to fucking vomit, I swear … Zane says he wants to make a party-tray for me to take to with me, with things like bananas, carrots, (phallic food), and he is very excited to strategically place kiwi fruits at the base of each dick-like foodstuff. I have long avoided such parties, as they seem so incredibly weak and un-fun. I don’t know the people who are going to be there (except one) and dog forbid her mother who’s super-conservative and will probably be mortified the whole time. Gah … Maybe we’ll sit together and I can offer her a taste of cherry flavored anal-ease or offer her a KY warming lube massage. I’ll ask her if she shaves her snaj. That should be fun.
I promise though, I will cross every possible line and make sure the word “cock” is in every sentence I speak. “This is a great COCK-tail party! Oh yes, please - I’d love to eat a delicious COCK on a cracker. More COCK please! Oh my goodness, isn’t that COCK cookie hilarious, y’all? Look at my tiny little COCK straw! Am I drinking JIZZ out of my COCK STRAW?! Ha ha - what a hoot, all these COCKS everywhere. Is there going to be a COCK fight? Hey y’all - where’d my COCK go? Are you sitting on my COCK?” Just watch me.
/back to stupid cleaning of the house.
COCK!