Non-Sequiturs

Such a hot Daddy.

Lovely fur.

Sexy smile and hot chest.

Awww, so cute.

Love the peek of fur.

Drool.

Woof.

Sleepy bear belly.

Damn.

Beard is almost too much, but he is so damn hot.

Must. Rub. Belly.

Yum.

Nice body.

Grrrr.

Woof Daddy.

Damn, Damn, Damn.

Love the chest and belly combo.

That is some serious fur.

Whatcha thinking about?

Nice gutters.

A little further please.

Someone is shy.

Woof.

Those eyes.

Ginger beef.

I'd stare/rub/molest that belly all day long.

Sexy ax man.

Sexy.

What's in those shorts, Daddy?

Daddy jock.

Cutie bear wearing my tank top.

Ginger rower.

Bear duo.

Sexy Daddy.  Probably one of the sexiest, in my opinion.

Damn, hot nips.

Sometimes I come up with weird insults in my head that I think would make good band names. The latest was Bitchy Twat. Granted, the name would have very limited appeal. It has a catchy ring to it though.

One of the worst band names I have seen in recent memory is Diarrhea Planet.

I'm guessing the new season of Project Runway is hitting all time rating lows, as no one I know is even watching and/or commenting on it.

I will admit to having Lazy Bear envy.

I love this.

There will always be Starbucks detractors, but I think their Cafe Verona coffee is so darn tasty.

I rarely ever post anything serious on Facebook.

And I hate when people take what I say seriously on Facebook; though it amuses me when people get all philosophical about certain things that to me mean nothing at all.

The Delta SkyMiles Gold Card from American Express should be called the Pyrite Card, as it is essentially worthless.

I am not ready for school to start back, which ultimately means that I will have to endure 5 months of mindless chatter about football.

I agree.

Three people from FB I met at Bear Week have messaged me and said they wished they had met me in Provincetown. Hmmmm. I guess I don't leave a lasting impression.

The Cure's Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me is a really diverse album (sometimes to its detriment) which for the most part I really enjoy. But for the life of me, I cannot listen to "The Kiss," "Like Cockatoos," or "Icing Sugar." They just grate on my nerves.

I watched a live stream of The Cure's Lollapalooza set and they sounded great and did a wonderful 2 hour set of most of their hits. Robert Smith looked horrible though; like an geriatric drag queen.

Trent Reznor, however, is looking like a buff god.

I bet they would be tasty.

If you are a good friend of mine, there is almost nothing I won't do for you. But if I have just met you, and your first interactions with me is to ask me for a huge favor, then it is likely I will view your attempted friendship with me with high skepticism.

Long story as to why, but I had to catch a flight to Charlotte from Atlanta, and what should have been a short 35 minute flight turned into a epic 2 hour one full of mechanical issues, planes not getting out of the way, minor children screaming at the top of their lungs, and Jesus freaks pontificating the whole way. I was never so glad to get off a plane in my life.

I need a translator for some of my friends.

LOL.

Paleo-shmaleo.

If you don't like the fact that I am a huge music buff and that I post mostly music related things, then you are more than welcome to depart my life post haste.

The imperfections make you human.

I have been trying to grow my beard out, but I am thinking it looks best and is easier to take care of when it is kept at a normal length.

Yes, my sense of humor is twisted.

Taking life advice from Earnest Hemingway is a bad idea.

Spain is definitely my next out of country destination.

A panini is really just a high-fallutin quesadilla.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"There's some gold
In my bones
That I told you about.
So I'm pulling out my teeth and
Burying them deep under ground.
There's some lights
In your eyes
That I follow about.
But they're dimming quick,
and you're getting sick, so now I wander out alone.
All my love
Is circling the drain now.
All my love
Won't bring you back to me.
Oh my God
I'm wasting away.
Pulled flowers at my feet
Lost in the wind.
There's a ghost
In the sky and in
All my fields of stars.
So I'm following the wind and
Singing all my hymns in the dark.
And when I shake your shadow from the trees.
Theres a color in your eyes that
Nobody knows but me.
All my love
Is circling the drain now.
All my love
Won't bring you back to me.
Oh my God
I'm wasting away.
Pulled flowers at my feet
Lost in the wind."

Houses
"The Beauty Surrounds"

"Breathe your smoke into my lungs
In the back of the car with you I stare into the sun
Still not too old to die young
The lovers hold on to everything
And others hold on to anything

I chased your love around a figure 8
I need you more than I can take
You promised forever and a day
And then you take it all away
(And then you take it all away)

Place a kiss on my cheekbone
Then you vanish me
I'm buried in the snow
But something tells me I'm not alone
But lovers hold on to everything
And others hold on to anything

I chased your love around a figure 8
I need you more than I can take
You promised forever and a day
And then you take it all away

So, Lovers hold on to everything
And others hold to anything
So, Lovers hold on to everything
And others hold to anything."

Ellie Goulding
"Figure 8"

Appealing Things

Cold Bud Light
The Cure's set at Lollapalooza
Banks
"Hold On, We're Going Home"
Los Bravos' margaritas

Annoying Things

Talkers
Loud, drunk women in gay bars
Drivers in Atlanta when it rains
Friends not being able to make it to Folsom