Vibrant.(Still) Unrepentant. Badass. Old. Queer

Last night, I missed a call from Mike (Who Makes Cakes), who -god bless him- is one of the most honest people I know. And in his voicemail message he was all , "blah blah blah blah blah oh, and ... *drops GIGANTIC BOMB! * ... Your new facebook profile photo makes you look old." I called back. And was like "What?" And he was all, "Well I viewed it on my phone and it's small. You usually look younger than your age. This one makes you look older." "My age is 39 (shut up! for another few months!). Are you saying I look older than 39." *sound of back-pedaling* "No. No. I'm just saying that in your other pictures you look really young. And in this picture you look older than really young." Hmmmmmmmmmm. Wah. And that's how you put the cherry on top of a Monday, Kittens. *smooches*

Good Evening, Kittens! Hope you had a lovely day at work. I'm sure you did. (1) My new cellphone ring is this . (2) I am currently reading the Worst Gay Novel EVER Written. And, no, Scott , it wasn't written by FARB . I read it at night before bed. I should really stop doing that, because I get so mad. I think, "I could write something better than this crap. How did this guy get published?" And, then, I have bad dreams. The book is awful. Cliche. Poorly written characters. Dialogue that tries to be fun/witty, but really isn't. Total Sex and the City retread. And, I'm amazed that I still keep reading it. Maybe I am hoping that it will get better as it goes along. So far, I have not been that lucky. (3) If you would like to send me a Card Stuffed with Cash or a Box Full of Gin for my birthday, please email me (environy(at)gmail(dot)com) and I will send you my mailing address. You only have 6 more days, so you'll probably have to send things p...

I'm pretty sure I've used that title before. Oh, well. Some mornings, I get out of the shower and think "Damn. I look goooooood." Other mornings, I'm all, "What gutter did *that* crawl out of?" This, unfortunately, was a Gutter Morning. And, gawd help me, I decided to document the disaster. Normally, I apply several photo-taking tricks to appear younger. The secret for looking young on a blog? Smoke and mirrors, kittens. Smoke* . And mirrors** . The photos you are about to see are unaltered in any way. Prepare to be horrified! I hate to shave. Fortunately, I come from a long line of people who were Beard-Challenged. This is about 3 (or 4?) days growth: Do you see what I see? OMFG! I have some gray facial hair! How did that happen? GAH! And, a view of my (almost) natural hair color: More gray hair! ACK! TEH EYEWRINKLEZ!!!! And, finally, the most horrific photo of all (you may want to avert your eyes): Teh GIGANTIC (and growing) BALD SPOT!!! Life. It is so...

Exhibit A : I had this absolutely fabulous Str8Guy post in mind ... and have completely forgotten what the idea was. Exhibit B : I was reading something ... somewhere ... this afternoon and thought "this makes me so angry! I should write a post about it!" If only I could remember what it was or where I read it ... And, finally, from a photo taken by Goblinbox in March (and posted on this blog before apparently. Not sure where, but it's showing up in my blog photo file), Exhibit C : [teh ginormous eye wrinklz] If my blog posts stop suddenly, it's because I have forgotten my password.