Like Carbon Monoxide….

…I am exhausted.

Spent last night DJing at an artist sponsored fundraiser for the Kerry Campaign. Thing went on til 1:40 am. Then at 2:25, I was being urged into bed by the always generous badfaggot, after he had driven me and my bulky gear home.

Then into work by 9:30 which means that I have really run out of gas. I’m stumbling through conversations with co workers. And then off to see a show tonight. Cause I don’t do enough.

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  1. >>perhaps you should invade me and look for my weapon of ass destruction 🙂

    I’m sure that if Nayland were to do that to you, together you two would be like a stunning work of art.

  2. >>perhaps you should invade me and look for my weapon of ass destruction 🙂

    I’m sure that if Nayland were to do that to you, together you two would be like a stunning work of art.

  3. Were I confronted with the likes of both you and before me, the bounty of riches to behold would be so overwhelming I’d be rendered immobile.

    Stunned, flummoxed; in rapture.

  4. Were I confronted with the likes of both you and before me, the bounty of riches to behold would be so overwhelming I’d be rendered immobile.

    Stunned, flummoxed; in rapture.

  5. Despite the immobilizing rapture, upon being touched by either of you, I am sure that I would spring back to life.

    Kind of like Sleeping Beauty.

    Except I’m sure that she doesn’t fuck—or eat ass—the way I do.

    😉

  6. Despite the immobilizing rapture, upon being touched by either of you, I am sure that I would spring back to life.

    Kind of like Sleeping Beauty.

    Except I’m sure that she doesn’t fuck—or eat ass—the way I do.

    😉

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