JT is a stalker, an animal, a cad, and a big fat pussycat. He's also a gourmet cook, and feeding me breakfast as I post. Sam, hold on to him. Tight.

This ends my promised post.

I'll try and do a real update later, but for now I'm going to feast, snuggle, and nap until I leave for home.

Paul, I might stop off in Toronto tomorrow. Will you be

I do love getting TM's from men, telling me they're naked as to get my attention.

Soon, my pretty... soon.

Thank you JT for that subject line straight out of your eight grade yearbook. Alas, it also happens to be fitting for part of my post ( Read more... )

Dear {LJ / GJ / DJ / whoever},

I'm doing this meme because {it's been too long since I updated / I just think this is a cool meme}. I'm cool because I {do / do not} know where the term "meme" originated and what it means outside of journals.

I've been {so busy / so NOT busy} {eating / drinking / sleeping / shagging / wanking / whatever}. This ( Read more... )

JT said I need to post more. So did Kimmeh! and Sam. I suppose I should. I usually have better things to do. And nothing of interest to say. JT suggested I talk about my night in Toronto. He was pretty specific about which night. Strip clubs galore. Most were filled with skinny white boys that had more bone sticking out than muscle going on ( Read more... )

Kimmeh! told me I had to update or I wouldn't get breakfast. I told her to piss off, that I could find my own breakfast. Then she threw Corn Flakes at me. After that I think I painted her toenails. Hangovers can be a blurry bitch at times. Kimmeh! is a sweetheart ( Read more... )

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Or something like that. It's hard to remember those old nursery rhymes when your head is in a fog of jet lag, too many shots of tequila, and the butt-puckering memory of being hit from behind by a shark while scuba diving. I wasn't hurt, but damn! Thump. Turn. Piss my pants when I'm face to face with a ( Read more... )