Beyonce rocks my boat
On being a night owl
My cat lives during the night. Inquisitive with alert ears to the quiet sounds that surround him, he knows little, but steps forward through the halls of this house in a hunt for some sort of other comfort while my bedroom door is opened. Wherever I am is his home, outside could be anywhere as far as he’s concerned, today is the same as yesterday will be tomorrow.
News is that the BP leakage hole is bigger than...
…Obama to use his dick.
*Boom*Boom* go the speakers
On Flamingo's in dreams
Whoah, wow, goodness gracious. Last night I had dreams like I havent had in awhile. The whole episode felt as if it took a week long to complete. Everything was in vivid color like one had turned up some invisible dial. I can tell you that this dream was extremely detailed but I wont be able/wont want to describe much. In past blog post’s about my dreams I’ve laid it out in bullet...
On being somewhere inbetween
I love dark eyebrows I love Whitney Houston I love long legs and a nice ass I cry during “Glee” I practice chivalry P.Y.T. is “my jam” My favorite bar night is 80’s night at the Brass Rail The smell of my first girlfriends perfume makes me weak in the knees Show some ab’s and I’ll keep staring I wear short shorts I love men with power I love...
365 days till a quarter century
I’m not sure how to feel. I hope today is a good day. I hope I get that job, that would be a fantastic birthday present. I hope I get fucking wasted so I don’t care either way.
Besides the obvious environmental, financial and health benefits, I enjoy the...– Chris (via active.com)