In which I go off on the farm. Again. I had breakfast yesterday at Bob Evans with the group. We laughed a lot. Then we walked back to the motel and BoSe left for an ‘urgent meeting’ in Truck & Bowling Jesus’ room *nudge nudge, wink wink*, and I got ravished. Then Bread gave me […]
In which plans change. But only somewhat! I’m going home tomorrow. I think. Unless something extraordinary happens in the next few hours. The boys are going to stay on here and make the mad roofing money, and I’m going to go home (in the Exploder) and resume my geek day job… and see my dogs […]
In which I get some. Bread tossed BoSe out for awhile this afternoon and ravished me. Then we took a shower in the motel’s massive bath. Then he went out and didn’t come back; probably to Truck & Bowling Jesus’ room. I started working on bids. I still have three to do, but here it […]
In which why the hell not. Behold my incoherent ramblings! (Maybe next time I’ll use a script.) (Yeah, right.) (This stuff is way better when it’s off the cuff. At least, I like listening to the ones that are clearly random.) Enjoy! Yes, I realize I’m a bit of a dork. In other news, I’d […]
In which I’m back in Indy. I drove up to Chicago — Oak Brook, actually — on Wednesday night. Saw Mother, ate a lot of Indian food. (I always eat like I’m starving when I go to see Amma.) Drove back this morning. Can I say that the stretch of Interstate called I-294/I-80 is a […]
In which there’s driving, shopping, laughing, getting lost, and delicious Indian food galore! I went to see Mother in Chicago. Actually, it was Oak Brook, not Chicago, but whatever. The drive there was fairly stressful toward the end; I spent practically two hours in 5-mile-an-hour traffic on the tollway, which sucked. Plus tollways in general […]
In which I’m driving to Chi-town. My guru, Amma, is in Chicago today and tomorrow. I’m gonna take the Exploder and drive up there for darshan. I haven’t failed to see Mother in July in at least ten years; don’t see why I should start now. V wants me to hitch a ride back to […]
In which it pays off! One good thing about being an Internet fag hag — and I use the term ‘good’ as it applies to me: your mileage may vary — is that the gay boys tend to let me know what’s happening on the UK pop scene. Which means that even though you can’t […]
In which we go to the airport. Yesterday evening Bread, BoSe, Truck and I got into a motor vechicle and went in search of dinner. We ended up in the Mexican ghetto at a taqueria. Once I got the door open and stepped into the restaurant, an extraordinarily drunk man approached me… …and promptly passed […]
In which it works! I used to use Gallery rather than Flickr, then shit happpened, and I started using Flickr. But now! Finally! Gallery is back up on the box! (I’m still importing old albums, so the content will increase as time goes by.)
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