Archive for January, 2008

HNT #15

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

One advantage to painting houses is that raising and extending your arm all day gives you decent tris and delts. This is my right arm. The work arm. The left one is less developed. Kind of like tennis players. Except I think with tennis players it shows more in the [...]

The Kitty’s Bitch

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

When it comes to what kinds of guys I like, I really have no absolutes or deal-breakers. It just depends on the guys. When it comes to hair and eyes, race, age, height, etc., there are definitely things I find appealing, but none of them are requirements any more than any of them [...]

HNT #14

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

Groping for something to say. But some days there’s just not much there. No matter how much you wrestle with it.

He Died With His Boots On

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

By the time you read this, the blogs throughout blogosphere will be as inflamed with the news of Heath Ledger’s death as a hooker’s snooch is with the clap. Particularly blogs by gay men and fourteen year old girls (and others who are fans of Brokeback Mountain or A Knight’s Tale).
I, myself, never payed [...]

Patience

Monday, January 21st, 2008

Early Friday evening I was in the truck and on my way to see the attorney. At the same time, a friend of mine was getting on a plane to see his partner. I was going across a couple of counties, he was going across a couple of states. We were talking [...]

MANeuvers

Friday, January 18th, 2008

The military is all about the maneuvers.
The attorney was never in the military. Maybe if I could get him to join the National Guard, he can learn to do this maneuver (between :30s and :42) one weekend a month.
Video discovered at Ajax In The City.

HNT #13

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

Isn’t ironic that something can follow you around everywhere you go, but you still don’t really know what it looks like?
Like your back (or butt, for that matter). Unless someone takes a picture of it, you’re really not sure what’s going on back there. Even if you’re looking in the mirror, you still [...]