July 2015
… though you wouldn’t know it by the cool temps and rainy mess that’s falling from the sky. Still in the weeds while whittling way at the new project, I’m filling this space with filler and links in the hopes that you’ll bookmark it and come back when the dust has settled. Or enjoy the dust storm like a one-winged dove…
July brings back summer memories, like this one-night-stand.
It reminds me of the hot pavement in New York.
A ridiculous Roxette song.
A shy guy.
A good read.
A male nude.
The random nature of this blog is about to get even more-so, as project work keeps me busier than a privet-drunk bee. There’s just not enough time, and too much to do. When that happens, we like to go a little crazy. Vainglorious, ridiculous and fabulous thoughts that cross the weary mind…
On decadent nights or rainy days, I like to wear ‘Un Jardin après la Mousson’ by Hermès.
The most important items you wear may be your socks.
Mistakes make the world perfect.
Remember that time Zac Efron grabbed this guy’s crotch?
I get high off linden trees. (And the aforementioned privet. I just do.)
Go on and beet it. Just beet it. Whoo!
And then make a change.
To this one, for Michael.
No, Michael.
I said Michael!
Not that one, this Michael!
No, I’m not high now. Linden, privet or brownie-wise.
