Make me wanna stomp my feet
This is my dry run on mobile blogging from my phone. You know how I desperately grasp at my misspent youth by trying to stay au courant with the latest technology and youthified trends, right? I'm not snowboarding because it's all that fun, bitches. Sudden face plants lose their charm after the first dozen or so. Anyway, this pic comes from some stored on my phone. A shirtless tennis twink. Imagine! Next mobile sweetness you get from me, lovers, will be all Big Apple-y.
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One day, maybe, if we all pray hard enough, that phone will get turned around to get a pic of the author...? Maybe? Pleeeeeease...
Are you SO anxious to have the wind taken out of your sails, G?
Just picture a cross between Keifer Sutherland and....mmmmmm.....Donald Sutherland. How's that workin' for ya?
I heartily second the motion.
Motion carried.
All Sutherland, all the time. :-)
I actually felt really exposed when I posted a pic of myself on my blog. I always feel there is a disconnect between what I think I look like, and the sad fact recorded in photos. (Hello, psyche? Is that you?)
Thankfully nobody has posted a 'Dude, you're kind of blech' comment (Wanna see me break into a million pieces? Just try it.) and the Hit Counter still keeps ticking over. [exhale] I figure the world hasn't ended after all. I did think that I was risking having people pass judgement though.
So don't put up a pic of yourself if you don't want to. If it makes you uncomfortable. I jest about it really. As nice as it would be to put a face to the sweet (and muthafuckin' funny) personality, don't do it if it you don't want to. Just say 'shut up bitches!' :-)
If only this blog were so bourgeois as to be a democracy subject to parliamentary procedures, instead of an aristocracy subject only to my carnal whims and changing desires, that might mean something.
More anarcho-syndicalist commune? But with cocktails and hot guy pics?
Yeah, like you said.
My pankin' new cocktail is the aforementioned Tequila Sidecar. It's basically a margarita in fancier duds. The Tanqueray and tonics are getting a momentary respite.
I'm sure I'll display a pic someday. We're all on our own paths then, aren't we? I'm ambling along on mine. Speaking of that, I took a few baby steps toward my ultimate goals today. I picked up fab new blinds for my dining room and finally ordered the carpet for my guest room and started the winter-long task of editing my belongings. I'm selling Chez ME no later than this spring. I'll have a wad of cash then, and I'm hoping that emboldens me to take the next step. Ummmm...thanks for listening.
My old friend Brendan and I used to have a little routine we would pull on each other, whenever either one of us was having a bad or vulnerable moment (not that I'm trying to put words into your mouth). It involved grabbing that person on the elbow, right on the point of the elbow, and saying a deadpan "there, there, pet". It sounds lame in print, but it always served to immediately snap either one of us out of that place, make us laugh and acknowledge that there was an awareness there of where the other was at.
Not sure what made me think of that, but if y'all need an elbow grab I'm your man. Pet.
Even from the other side of the world, it choked me up a bit. Does that answer your question?
M'kay, trying to still put the appaling shock of your QAF confession behind me ... let me say this:
Andrew is obviously just too nice, or more likely too smitten with vous to just come out and say what needs to be said. Moi, on the other hand, as we all are well aware, does not do subtle. Though Brad know why, I probably still luves ya. Anyhoo ...
Andrew, hater of all pics, has posted a pic at his blog. A pic of me too can be found on my Yahoo profile, the link for which is at my website, if you wanna check it out.
So ...
Mikey.
Sweetie.
Path, smarth! Post a f**kin picture, BITCH!
Don't make us liberte lovin' bourgeoisie come over there too Ohio and storm the ramparts (no, you will not enjoy your ramparts being stormed, m'kay). Just be thankful that we only want your pic, and not your head. And before you ask, no, I will not eat cake!
(ummm, ok, well maybe just a little piece. Can I get cream and ice cream with that?)
Ack. I take full responsibility for kicking this thread off and lighting the fire under Bodes. Mea culpa. Sorry Mike, I'm, you know, such a bitch and all.
NP. I'm not sure what my qualm is and I always enjoy Bodhi's lil' rants anyway.
Cool, can we hug now? Will there be French kissing?
Rant
Mikey, honey, moi does not rant.
One merely .... ummm .... ah yes ... energetically expresses ones opinions with emphasis.
C'mon, I mean pluh-ease, rant?, thats just so beneath one.
And Andrew, don't mea culpa yourself there too much sweetie about lighting fires. I have been a flamer from wayyyy back, and my flame, as Emmett from QAF is wont to say, "burns bright".
Oooohhh [[[[Group Hug]]]]. Was someone's hand just on my damn arse? No one owning up? Hell, I don't want an apology, just put it back there, m'kay?
OK, who wants the frenchie first?
Tongues in da house! I'll inhale you. Breathe you in.
Hmmmmmm.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again ...
Ooh, I love that....and just before that, this:
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
I'm up for it.
I'll arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, or something.
Anything that starts with 'But soft' you just kinda know it's gonna be good.
OK, now who wants to get iambic with my pentamter?
Hey Andrew, fwiw I think you're really cute, whether you're wearing some artfully made archaic Navy costume or not.
Gawd all your comments are like...mini posts in themselves or soemthing! All of you!
Anyway, hot guy, you pervy. However did you get in close enough without arounsing suspicion (among other things aroused).
jen, i think he's plenty cute, too, but if he wasn't, I'd just squint or close my eyes and listen to the things he says and the way he says them.
wingedman, I know! Aren't these guys great?
PS Who says I didn't arouse suspicion? I wasn't covert.
Thanks Jen! Thanks Michael!
Jeez, I knew my own blog was for ego stroking, but now the 'Dreams too?! Cool.
Andrew, your own blog was for ego stroking?
Really?
Kylie, Madonna and the Boy Bands preserve us, I always assumed your blog was merely just a vehicle for my obviously brilliant comments and truly fascinating shares.
No, no, [shakes head], I am sure that is still the case.
Oh, and by the way. Thanks soooo much Jen and Mikey. For Brad's sake, don't you people realise that I will soon be living with this man. Thats all I need, an extra thing to deal with around the house. Great, thanks to you it will now be the three of us. Me, Andrew, and his enormous, gigantic, engorged, tumescent and ever-stroked bloody ... ego!
You two living together begs for a Live Cam.
Don't even! It'll be way more 'Goys Gone Wild' than 'Boys Gone Wild'...
'Goys Gone Wild' (hee!) is still a good show with you two tsatskeles.
I'm such an oyster*. Just can't help myself. Did I ever tell you that 'plotzing', which you dropped into a comment the other day, is on my short list of most favourite words, ever. Don't even get me started on 'verklempt'...
*Oyster: A Gentile who likes to pepper their conversation with Yiddish terminology.
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