15 May 2013 07:47
I want all my friends to see the phrase "SugarTits" and think, "Aw, geez... Here we go again..."
12 May 2013 20:57
Fucking hell. What an awesome day.
11 May 2013 22:26
Na na na na na na... na na. Today is your birthday. yay.
07 May 2013 19:49
Christ. Manic, depressed. Manic, depressed. It's just about killing me. God knows what it's doing to her.
02 May 2013 18:35
I'm not lost. I'm just... misplaced.
02 May 2013 16:56
Back at Shangri La Ranch for the evening. Relaxing. Tomorrow, on the silver bird back to the real world.
30 Apr 2013 21:02
Wow, neato keeno. I just spent the evening at http://www.shangrilaranch.com/ , a nudist resort/community just north of Phoenix. Had a great time, met a couple interesting people, but there was a severe dearth of beer. This shall soon be remedied. Pics will be forthcomiung... when I get around to it.
21 Apr 2013 19:35
So I really am gonna have to spend a week in Phoenix. What the hell is there to do naked in Phoenix? Isn't that a desert? I think the nearest beach is like several thousand miles away...
01 Apr 2013 20:25
Much fun, much excitement, much rain, mud, and generally getting dirty.
See if you can spot me...
24 Mar 2013 17:55
Yesterday was such a fun experience! I'm tired as fuck, but it was all worth it.
15 Mar 2013 21:07
Ask me what I'm going to be doing next Saturday. Go ahead... don't be shy.
13 Mar 2013 09:41
Fuck. Two weeks ago, my friend was up and about, driving to sales calls, and taking us all out to lunch. Now he's gone. Two weeks isn't a very long time at all, unless the time you have left here is being measured in minutes. He was a good guy. He'll be missed.
08 Mar 2013 13:48
This morning, we celebrated the birthday of a guy I work with, a guy I see every day. We had cake with our coffee, then we all went our different ways. This afternoon, we heard from another guy I work with. Another guy I see every day. Last Monday, he went to the doctor. On Wednesday, he was diagnosed with acute leukemia. Today, he was moved out of his house into a hospice a few hundred miles away. The last time I saw him, how would I have treated him, if I had known that it would, in fact, be the last time I ever saw him?
06 Mar 2013 09:58
My faith is not separate from my body. It's a part of me, like my eye color, or the size of my cock. I only know one way to be, and that's steadfast. I can change my behavior, and I can change my attitudes toward some things. But like the draft horse in "Animal Farm", I can only work harder, and hope that it's enough.