one of life's little pleasures

Something is up...

Ok folks I am not sure what is planned, but is going to be great. Kurt has something amazing to release to his blog. Make sure you check it out today.

Gardens of good and evil...

I like my little gardens as they are ever ready to offer up secrets if you look for them. My life is like that. So much depth beneath the shallowness I have worn as a shield for years. 

From the Kurt Archives...

Life is all about the details. They say the devil is in the details. I know I am into details. Kurt? He is all about the detail. Imagine the thought that goes into a sexy swirl.

"I only do it when nobody can see and I am in my cubicle. The leg strike is the most important part of the sexy swirl; because my handy snaps are just a façade. The snaps are incorporated for distraction purposes only but when the leg strike comes, WATCH OUT! My leg strike is a perfect proportion. It has been known to cause blindness in the crowds."

You have been warned.

I am agog, I am simply agog

Kurt is straight, married and has a child. My world is over.

Clean sounds

When my face is in his butt. This is what Kurt told me to post. Base, I know. But somehow it speaks to the duality that is life and existence in this world. Smile, though your heart is aching. Smile, even though its breaking. Etc.

New summer look...

shorts and like sandals and maybe a tshirt or nice button up shirt with sleeves rolled up. This is what Kurt will be wearing. I may just do the same. Crossband sandals? Flat strap? Flip-flops? Huaraches? I do love the thought of a guy wearing cargo shorts and a short tee, seated at an outdoor restaurant with his sandal dangling off his foot. We shall see.

I can't believe there is an entire generation of children that do not know how to write in cursive. What else can they not do?

My name is Jay

I'm a slut and I can prove it. Well, actually I am a pleaser who will do anything to win the favor of his friends. Kurt provided the photo and text. I provide the venue for his amazingly acerbic wit. You know, there are people that I will not even give them the time of day. Simply I cannot support their manner of being. But there are some people that have that certain I do not know what. I wish there was  phrase in a romance languange that would be sum up that concept. Kurt, Michael, Judson et al, have themselves firmly entrenched in being.

I am intrigued by the image. I wish Kurt could have found a better shirt for the individual to wear. The very thought of chambray takes me back to 1994. Polo chambray, Eddie Bauer PLEATED khakis, and of course Bass Weejuns. Deliver from me evil.

All I can say is...

A certain well-known blogger has ties to the military. Rumor is he is a member of the super elite Navy Otters. A group so secret, few know of its existence.

I tend to think we all need spin doctors and media spokesmen. Nothing like someone spreading your virtues and beatitudes, as well as vices when needed. Who can I enlist? I think Judson is not snippy enough for my tastes. Maybe Michael Guy can paint my life in a ever so sharper tinge of puce.

The knives you see are Gerber Paraframes. Kurt says they look gay. That may be why I like them so much. The serrated edge is very handy for cleaning palm trees. Speaking of foxtail palms, there is a new addition coming to my household. A 7 foot foxtail palm. To be installed on a burm within a limestone garden to be built. Not sure how Kurt will react to that.

Zapped

Has anyone seen the new Zappos.com commercial? The one with the semi-ethnic delivery guy that does backflips. I might need to order some shoes.