Perfect body and fur.
Yes, I am looking at you.
Glasses + Beard + Chest Hair = sexy
Cute smile.
Sexy otter.
Grrrrr.
Drool.
Yeah, I'd do whatever he likes.
Might want to bite that pillow.
Hey Daddy!
Gorgeous eyes.
Love this pic.
I want to lick all the way down that fur trail.
The eyes say yes.
Give me that chain.
Sexy as hell.
Oink.
Adorable.
Likewise.
That belly needs to be rubbed.
Clean him up a little and he'd get a DAMN!
If I never ate a carb again, I could look like that.
Or that.
Even this.
Great profile.
Beautiful man, beautiful gutters.
Sigh.
Sup?
Hands twitch, wanting to rub.
Sexy as hell.
Yes Daddies, I will get in the pool.
UNF.
So cute.
Grrrrrr.
Putin is really trying his best to be the new Hitler.
Someone needs to drop a house on Mugabe.
Photoshop is not going to make your wishes come true.
Weekends without any plans are amazing.
I'm feeling it.
I know zinc is supposed to help with cold symptoms, but damn that shit tastes nasty.
Don't accept friend requests if you not going to at least attempt to be friendly/social. It's annoying when it is a one-sided conversation, and will make me immediately delete you.
I love my profile pic on Facebook (taken from the last day in Provincetown), but the thumbnail of it is awful.
Best coffee table ever.
Trying to figure out why my indoor cat (who has never been outside) keeps getting a respiratory infection. Took her to the vet and apparently it might be a tumor. Of course, the tests to find out are over $3000, which are rather pointless to spend money on if they tell you she can't be helped. I'm hoping these different round of antibiotics will help and it not be something more serious. At this point, it is just a matter of waiting and seeing.
If you are going to drive through intown Atlanta, you have got to learn to drive faster and more aggressive. This isn't your polite gated community in Alpharetta, lady.
I miss Provincetown.
I think I am in love with Nick Frost.
Some days coffee just doesn't taste good.
I'm not a fan of the sleeveless hoodie.
I get just as much cardio from walking to the bathroom after drinking so much water throughout the day as I do at the gym.
I haven't been even remotely excited about any Goldfrapp album since Felt Mountain, but their latest record Tales of Us is hauntingly beautiful.
This is true at times.
I admit I have a furry belly fetish. I have been asked countless times what is too much of one that becomes unappealing. I have no definitive answer; I just know when I know. And sometimes, it is a very thin line (no pun intended).
I came to your party dressed as a shadow.
Japanese anime porn is very weird, and confusingly androgynous.
If this was the view from my bedroom, I would never leave it.
Monday must have been orange day at the gym. Four people were completely decked out in it. I must have misplaced that memo.
One of the only good things about Tuesdays is that they are not Mondays.
I am so humbled that my blog now has over 200k views.
I make a mean roasted pork loin.
I think all of her recipes call for wine.
Could someone explain to me how I have gnats in my office?
I can appreciate something without necessarily liking it.
When someone says something like "I don't mean to sound like ________, but...." or "I don't mean to be __________, but.....," they really mean they do want to sound/be like whatever it is they are trying not to sound/be like.
Yes, this speaks to my surreal sense of humor.
If I show you a picture on my iPhone and you proceed to swipe left and/or right, I am not responsible for the consequences of what you see.
I overuse the word "cool."
The Scrabble game on Facebook is the most money grubbing whorish application on that site. I have never seen so many pop-up ads in my life.
Your cute for the day.
Lyrics Rattling Through My Brain
"The sun shines high above
The sounds of laughter
The birds swoop down upon
The crosses of old grey churches
We say that we're in love
While secretly wishing for rain
Sipping coke and playing games
September's here again
September's here again."
David Sylvian
"September"
"Hopelessly drift
In the eyes of the ghost again
Down on my knees
And my hands in the air again
Pushing my face in the memory of you again
But I never know if it's real
Never know how I wanted to feel
Never quite said what I wanted to say to you
Never quite managed the words to explain to you
Never quite knew how to make them believable
And now the time has gone
Another time undone
Hopelessly fighting the devil
Futility
Feeling the monster
Climb deeper inside of me
Feeling him gnawing my heart away
Hungrily
I'll never lose this pain
Never dream of you again."
The Cure
"Untitled"
"You've such a good taste
It's such a shame to waste
I'm doing you a favour
It's cruel
But hey, might not be my place to say
Somewhere there's been a failure
You've missed your moments in the magazines
You're out of date and out of time
Your latest 7'' sounds obscene
Unless you spin it at 45
That stuff you play
It sounds so passé
Don't get me wrong
I like you
But I don't like your band
Your style
Your sound
No, I don't like yout band
I'm tired
Not now
I don't like yout music
I'm just not into it
It's not you, it's not you
It's your tunes
I don't like your band."
Annie
"I Don't Like Your Band"
Appealing Things
Washed Out's Paracosm
How they give you massive portions of guacamole at Chipotle
Revenge
Until The Ribbon Breaks
NetFlix streaming
Raffertie
Selling my iPhone 4
Annoying Things
One sided conversations
Stale muffaletta bread
Weird people at the gym
Combichrist playing Atlanta on a weekend I already have plans
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