Sunday, February 19, 2006

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Where's my mind?
  • I toy with the image that I'm forever lounging around my place in 2xist boxers and tanks, but that's not reality. Maybe a few times a week, max. This weekend I decided I needed to replace the t-shirts that I normally wear under my work clothes. I hate doing that chiefly because the new 'generous cut' they all offer doesn't fit me at all unless I'm ever shooting for 'bunched up in my drawers'. I don't want generous. Let's stop speaking in code, guys. The 'extra length' is for extra gut, right? I don't need it. I have the hardest time finding cotton t-shirts (don't like the spandex-y ones) that feel comfortable under my clothes. The crosses I have to bear, right? So this weekend, I had the genius idea to buy MEDIUM instead of LARGE of the Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts that were on sale. A little tight across the shoulders, but otherwise perfect. Well, it would have been genius had I thought of it maybe five years ago.
  • Will you allow me to sound incredibly old for a moment? Spanks. Where has common courtesy gone? I've been going to lots of movies lately (two more this weekend, which I'll just HAVE to review at some point....was that a sharp intake of anticipatory breath I heard?). The manners people exhibit are just horrendous. I mentioned a few weeks ago about the chatty old folks and this weekend wasn't any better. In one show a 50 something crunchy type in fleece and Birkenstocks with socks (natch) pulls a paper grocery sack o' popcorn from under her coat and proceeds to feedbag it around her face area. Imagine how quiet that was. She sates herself eventually, concluding with a slow rolling down of the bag. 'Finally", I think. A minute passes before she starts zipping and unzipping her fanny pack (ugh!). She's not getting anything. Just zipping/unzipping it over and over. I finally moved with a passive-aggressive and totally ineffectual deep sigh and plunked myself down next to a couple who turned out to be a pair of 'let's share our thoughts extemporaneously for all to enjoy' pair of turds. This may be the end of my movie going for a while. Can you make it?
  • If we were together, you'd have to keep me from picking up a double espresso on the way home from the cineplex, as I am wont to do. That is unless you wouldn't mind being awakened at about 3:00 AM by my boner of steel pressing into your back.
  • My life outside of work for the last six months or so (my blogging life) appears to be a series of vignettes involving movie-going, vacations and shopping. My question is this-- where's all the fucking? Oh well, I did find some FABULOUS frames over the weekend. I JUST bought glasses last year, but shouldn't one have a few pairs for different occasions/looks/outfits? Even if one only wears glasses for a few hours in the evenings and on Sunday mornings?
  • If I finish with a gratuitous shot of some hot Aussie in his underpants, you won't fault me, I trust.

18 comments:

Bodhi said...

That is unless you wouldn't mind being awakened at about 3:00 AM by my boner of steel pressing into your back.

AS IF. I mean, do you really need to even ask moi that question?

Just one thing, can the cineplex upsize that cup? ;-)

Bodhi said...

[Mental note to self: buy an Expresso Coffee Machine]

The Other Andrew said...

Hey, I did not give you clearance to post that picture of me in my drawers...

I wish.

The Other Andrew said...

You know, re the question you asked yourself "where's all the fucking?", I asked myself that very same question this weekend. Sure I've met some really nice guys recently, but friendship-met not be-a-dear-and-pass-me-the-lube-met. *sigh* And I have really nice glasses!

Michael said...

It never fails...like Levitra in a demitasse. Not sure why I do it, with no one around to use me/it.

Bodhi, if I was there, adding espresso would be unnecessary... like fanning the flamer.

I wish. You and me both, sista.

Michael said...

And then there's your ass hound roomie who's gettin' it every which way til loose.

The Other Andrew said...

Don't even! Bitch brags her tits off too.

Bodhi said...

And we all know my flame burns bright, don't we honey? ;-)

And ohhh, can I, like, help it and stuff if I am, so, like, popular?

[Damn, that sounded so much more convincing when I was a blonde]

Curtis said...

3:00 AM boner of steele in the small of my back? Hmmm, you're getting warmer.

Michael Guy said...

THANK you Lord Jesus for the pink underwear shot. I so needed that today.

:: HUG ::

PS - have i missed your locale? Where the hell are U located in the wide world?

The Other Andrew said...

I think the answer to that question is Bumfuck, Ohio.

Michael said...

Curtis, I've always LOVED that game! It always ends with 'you're burning up!'. You don't get that with cards.

Happy that I offered something you needed, MG. I like how it says "Rodeo Boys go round the inside", too. It's an Aussie undies catalog. Any details, Andrew? As Andy mentions, I'm from Outer Bumfuck, Ohio, but it sounds almost sunny and bright in his accent, doesn't it? Dayton: home of the Wright Brothers and Dynasty's Krystal Carrington.

The Other Andrew said...

Looks to me like it's from Aussie Bum. The home of homo erotica.

I think the tag line is a play on "Buffalo Gals go 'round the outside, round the outside, a ha!" from "Buffalo Gals" by Malcolm McLaren. "All that scratchin' is making me itch!"

Michael Guy said...

Dayton, OH as in "Princess Diana Exhibit" through JULY '06? Just wondering. They've got THE wedding gown traveling with some of her VERSACE, CHANEL and Valentino's. Yep.

Michael said...

Yes, THAT Dayton, OH. The final stop on HRH's dress tour.

Have I mentioned that I've seen them already? Yes, when I toured Kensington Palace. ::world-weary sigh:: ;-)

Of course, I'd be happy to take on any interested visitors. Accomodate them, I mean. Um, put them up....errrr

Michael Guy said...

Would this be a good time to tell folks I'm older than Christ's Prada sandals?

Re: the exhibit you've seen. I flew across the pond to see the V&A's VERSACE [FALL '02/JAN. '03] exhibit. I'm serious 'bout my Gianni. It was divoon.

If there's a heavan I'd like to wake up in the Elizabeth Hurley 'safety pin' dress. Only like with a bigger dick.

The Other Andrew said...

Hey, that Liz Hurley is hung from what I hear. I mean, when you live with a big pussy like Hugh Grant...

Mmm. Lowering the tone, much?

The Other Andrew said...

Hey, Mikey. Apparently Wednesdays is BIG ASS BEER NITE(Sic) at Sloopy's, according to Destination Dayton. Brewskies!

(PS. You know it stabs me in the place where my heart should be everytime I read 'nite' instead of 'night', don't you? Eeek.)