Monthly Archives: July 2007

Goofy, crazy Kyle I’ve crushed on you for eight years What I wouldnt’ do…. This is a (not so good as it turns out) picture of Kyle– the straight boy that I work with that I’ve had a crush on … Continue reading →

I met a Marine this past Saturday night, and it sucked.  Not in the good way, either. My tragic friend Frank had been taunting me with said Marine (named, of all things, ‘Rod’) for weeks.  “Oh, cb!” he would say.  “You … Continue reading →

This past weekend has been absolutely crazy. I’ve been on-the-go, non-stop, full-throttle all weekend in order to get work done on my house prior to listing it.  I’ve ripped out my master bath vanity, scraped the wallpaper remnants from the … Continue reading →

A couple quick things, then you can scan down and check out “Becks”.  First, everyone keep your fingers and toes crossed for me today.  I am within a gnat’s ass of landing a cool loft apartment in St. Paul. Second, … Continue reading →

Sexy fuckin’ bloke Sanskrit arm tat is misspelled Should have said “cb” This is my favorite position to fuck a dude in– and Becks is presenting! Bet THOSE shorts are ripe! I want to trace his every sinew with my … Continue reading →

I can’t believe its thursday.  Two weeks notice felt like a long time, but its nearly half over.  I feel so unprepared.  I STILL don’t have an apartment secured up in Minneapolis.  I’m getting frustrated and nervous, because I can’t … Continue reading →

I’ve been having to do quite a bit of work on my house to get it ready for market.  It sucks.  The more work they do, the more they find wrong with the place.  It is making me very nervous- … Continue reading →

Running the gauntlet (alternative spellings gantlet and rarely gantlope or gantelope) is a form of physical punishment by which a person is compelled to run through a double line of soldiers who attempt to strike him or her as they … Continue reading →

Well, since nobody tagged me, I’m tagging myself.  This way I can ‘pretend’ that people actually asked me questions on my TMI post, and these just happened to be the answers. 1.  I can’t relax (or sleep) when I know … Continue reading →

Yup. I’m thankfully done with the book so nobody can ruin it for me. And don’t even try to prise any secrets from me. I will NOT be a ruiner.