one of life's little pleasures

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.

Finally my Fanal...

I was forced to leave my US of A, and drive to Reynosa to buy the deadbolt lock I needed for my new iron gate(s) to be installed on the property. Well I now need them to install a concrete pillar and build a concrete block wall, and a concrete path as well. But pishposh, those are just details. The important thing is that I now have my double cylinder deadbolt lock. Mexico is a nation of portones y puertas. Secret gardens and courtyards that only the owners and residents enjoy. Quite the opposite of my subdivision. Everything you do is to let the neighbors know what you have.

Mayhaps

I will go on the brown rice and vegetables diet. What sayeth thou?

Would Kurt approve?

Banana Republic Montecito sandal - Credit: BananaRepublic.com