12.2.98
Oh, how rude of me! Thank you, Keith, for pointing out my transgression. I frequently forget that people do not look at the Internet through my little monitor, and do not comprehend the hows, whys and whens of my navigation Two things were pointed out: My font (Comic Sans MS) does not survive the trip across some computers and comes out as (ohmigawd!) Times New Roman, which I loathe, for it is too common. However, I am assured by the fine folks at Netscape that this one (Arial) works with everything. So, big boy, your lookin at the same thing I am now, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
It is funny I think, how I can write PAGES of drivel and only one sentence is remembered. Human nature I think. For a little too long, Monka and I went back and forth about the fact that I shave my balls, and Keith picked up on the immediately previous entry, where I said "I got people who want to grow up and be like me, which is a daunting thought to say the least." Dear ones, that is what Robb, TD told me. Really! Then again, I can't really think of a reason why someone would not like to be like me. I'm cute, smart, got a big dick, and not at all conceited. Eventually, I'll get around to putting up a page of links, but that will have to wait until later. I also got a bf, and a life, and an all-consuming job.
By this time, you've seen about 5 pop-up ads brought to you by the good, kind souls at Geocities. I can't stand them, and I have told you as much. That is why I am investigating my options in the page hosting game. In the meantime, you can go to a lovely little place called No Nags to download a program called "Popup Killer." Love it! Put it in your start menu, and kiss them damn things good-bye. Just the tinkling of breaking glass as another one bites the dust.... Its really a beautiful thing
While you are in the mood for acquisitions, go buy Bette Midler's latest, Bathhouse Betty. "I'm beautiful, damn it!" If you are really cheap, you can go listen to a snippet on Amazon.com. If you are one of the 50% of faggots who think that that Jewish broad called Barbara is the end all, just get over it. Bette is a "Local Girl" (she went to Radford HS here in Honolulu) and you can see her brother be-bopping down the streets of Manoa just about every day, listening to the beat of his own drummer. She really cares about the gay man. What has Ms. Streisand done for the gay community? Driving the price of Stickley furniture and Arts & Crafts stuff thru the roof hardly counts, methinks. Bette sings about dick, and tells funny stories about her breasts. What more could a hapless homo want?
I hope that y'all did stop above, and did look at Robb's entry that was posted this afternoon, because it tells me a lot about the way that boy thinks, and explains why I am attracted to his "Blasé Life." Robb is a guy that likes to piss people off (sound familiar?!?) yet his mind is disconnected from these surly bonds of earth. A dreamer. Another 'revolutionary prophet' inamidst the benign people of eastern Washington.
...and he wants to grow up to be like me. The ultimate compliment, really. Guess that's why I am obsessing over it.
You know what? If you wanna grow up to be like me, (YO! LISTEN UP, the rest of yous.) you have to subscribe wholly and completely to the words of a really dead French guy, Antoine De Saint-Exupery, who wrote about his adventures flying mail around Europe and northern Africa in the 1930's You have to read this thing here and understand what this guy is really saying. You need to understand the dedication of the book, and more than that, you have to live the life; walk the walk, and occasionally, bite the big one, even if it is the hand that feeds you.
You should also drop a couple of bucks and just buy the damn book and read it for yourself. It's got lots of pictures!
If you were waiting to hear tales of woe about that guy that shares my bed, you're just gonna have to wait. I'm too into myself right now.
It is funny I think, how I can write PAGES of drivel and only one sentence is remembered. Human nature I think. For a little too long, Monka and I went back and forth about the fact that I shave my balls, and Keith picked up on the immediately previous entry, where I said "I got people who want to grow up and be like me, which is a daunting thought to say the least." Dear ones, that is what Robb, TD told me. Really! Then again, I can't really think of a reason why someone would not like to be like me. I'm cute, smart, got a big dick, and not at all conceited. Eventually, I'll get around to putting up a page of links, but that will have to wait until later. I also got a bf, and a life, and an all-consuming job.
By this time, you've seen about 5 pop-up ads brought to you by the good, kind souls at Geocities. I can't stand them, and I have told you as much. That is why I am investigating my options in the page hosting game. In the meantime, you can go to a lovely little place called No Nags to download a program called "Popup Killer." Love it! Put it in your start menu, and kiss them damn things good-bye. Just the tinkling of breaking glass as another one bites the dust.... Its really a beautiful thing
While you are in the mood for acquisitions, go buy Bette Midler's latest, Bathhouse Betty. "I'm beautiful, damn it!" If you are really cheap, you can go listen to a snippet on Amazon.com. If you are one of the 50% of faggots who think that that Jewish broad called Barbara is the end all, just get over it. Bette is a "Local Girl" (she went to Radford HS here in Honolulu) and you can see her brother be-bopping down the streets of Manoa just about every day, listening to the beat of his own drummer. She really cares about the gay man. What has Ms. Streisand done for the gay community? Driving the price of Stickley furniture and Arts & Crafts stuff thru the roof hardly counts, methinks. Bette sings about dick, and tells funny stories about her breasts. What more could a hapless homo want?
I hope that y'all did stop above, and did look at Robb's entry that was posted this afternoon, because it tells me a lot about the way that boy thinks, and explains why I am attracted to his "Blasé Life." Robb is a guy that likes to piss people off (sound familiar?!?) yet his mind is disconnected from these surly bonds of earth. A dreamer. Another 'revolutionary prophet' inamidst the benign people of eastern Washington.
...and he wants to grow up to be like me. The ultimate compliment, really. Guess that's why I am obsessing over it.
You know what? If you wanna grow up to be like me, (YO! LISTEN UP, the rest of yous.) you have to subscribe wholly and completely to the words of a really dead French guy, Antoine De Saint-Exupery, who wrote about his adventures flying mail around Europe and northern Africa in the 1930's You have to read this thing here and understand what this guy is really saying. You need to understand the dedication of the book, and more than that, you have to live the life; walk the walk, and occasionally, bite the big one, even if it is the hand that feeds you.
You should also drop a couple of bucks and just buy the damn book and read it for yourself. It's got lots of pictures!
If you were waiting to hear tales of woe about that guy that shares my bed, you're just gonna have to wait. I'm too into myself right now.
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