This is the view out my front door from less than five minutes ago. These guys and I are living on the same planet, but unlike them, my life is not all full of bougainvillea and board shorts right now. What's that? Oh, nice. No, does it look like my streets are paved with jacaranda, bitches?PS Yeah, I know, the photo's not high art, but whaddya want when I'm standing on my front stoop in pj's and bare feet in the snow at midnight?
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I'm just playin'. I love it, actually. Well, I'm supposed to drive to Detroit tomorrow for a birthday party and this little tableau out my door doesn't bode well for THAT, but otherwise.
I do love it. It's pretty here, but it's idyllic in the mountains. Some of the happiest moments of my life have been up on some snowy peak, intoxicated with the wintery splendor and the giddy love for my friends.
Even here, when I was standing barefooted and PJed in the snow taking that shot, I was momentarily tempted to take my shirt off. Whether it was an urge to commune with nature or just some strange expression of my months long subordinated sexuality, I'll leave you to judge.
We gots to gets you a snowboarding jew boyfriend. That's what I think.
You're preaching to the choir sister OR from your lips to god's ear OR whatever other quasi-religious aphorism gets him sittin' on me.
My time in Vancouver was limited, but we definitely saw the fog of which you speak/bleat. It was foggy rain mostly in the city. Foggy driving up to Whistler. Foggy at the bottom half of the lifts and then break through to some glorious conditions at the peaks. I'll take it.
Ummm .... well its kinda nice, Mikey. I mean all that pretty snow .... there is .... ummm .... or then again you could have .... errr ..... but whats really great is .... ahhh ..... ummmm ....
I know!
Cute snowboarders!
There, see, its not all bad. Now excuse me for a while will you sweetie, I gotta go into the brilliant blue skies and fragrantly blooming streets filled with scantily clad hotties to go shopping and to movies (were going to see Harry Potter and the Bulgarian of Bulge) with my boy Andrew.
Ummmmm, try and keep yourself amused. Make snow angels or something. Now you stay snuggly, sweetness, you don't wanna catch a chill.
Even here, when I was standing barefooted and PJed in the snow taking that shot, I was momentarily tempted to take my shirt off.
And you chose NOT to take a photo of that because why?
:P
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