I won't get angry. Lets just enjoy together. More pictures when you click "Read More!" down below, although none of them are too risque this time. He's just a cutie.
Hottie of the Week
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Sometimes, I get really disturbed by the gay community. We've come so far yet racism to this day still exists. Just go on any gay site and minorities are virtually invisible. You may find and Asian guy every now and then, a Latino guy even less frequently than that - but black guys? Invisible. Indian guys? They don't exist. And to think that the population of India is over a sixth of the total earth's population.
I won't get angry. Lets just enjoy together. More pictures when you click "Read More!" down below, although none of them are too risque this time. He's just a cutie.
I won't get angry. Lets just enjoy together. More pictures when you click "Read More!" down below, although none of them are too risque this time. He's just a cutie.
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Jonas, pt. 1
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He never considered himself a lonely person. There were moments when he felt alone, sure - however, more often than not, it was welcomed rather than shunned. He craved the wildness of withdrawal, the oneness of solidarity; it made him feel like a grain of sand on a vast, bone-white beach, where each speck was about as special, and separate, as the next.
Jonas would take the N or the L out to the Ocean beach to experience just that. He wasn't a very good driver, so he never had a car. He was twenty years old, car-less, a virtual nobody had this been suburbia. But it was San Francisco, and everything was good as long as it was green, and being environmentally conscious is a good excuse to cover up monetary struggle. He invested in a "Fast Pass," at least, something only the upwardly mobile public transportationers could afford.
The streetcar would always stop across the street from his destination, but the sand was already everywhere - under his shoes, crunching as he crossed the Great Highway. A chilly wind would whip up around him, the fabric of his black windbreaker shimmering with each gust. His walkman was busted - he had dropped it while trying to catch the train - so he couldn't listen to the tunes he had planned for the trip in the first place.
The beach rose like a sleeping beast before him as he steadily climbed the dunes towards his destination. Tall thickets of dune grasses like gnarled fingers welcomed him in, wrapping around him and whispering amongst themselves in the dry, cold air. Jonas' clothes were whipping around him so furiously at this point that the hood of his anorak stood at a complete ninety degree angle from the sand. His hair, which was just above his eyebrows now (much to his mother's chagrin), stood at the same angle but keep sweeping across his eyes.
As he approached the top of the dune, a little out of breath and completely enthralled with his arrival to the frontier of the Pacific, the mighty ocean lay before him like melted gold and copper. The sun was kissing the rim of the horizon and her long arms splayed out for thousands of miles in each direction, even towards Jonas, who welcomed it all and drank it in. Every second it grew darker and colder, but Jonas, at the peak of the dune that separated the natural world from the industrialized nightmare he longed to escape, did not care. If the sun were to sink into the ocean, to the bottom of the earth, creating a vast hole so deep and so hungry that it pulled in the entire world, he would be the first to run towards it, chasing the whales and the walruses without fear. Read more!
Jonas would take the N or the L out to the Ocean beach to experience just that. He wasn't a very good driver, so he never had a car. He was twenty years old, car-less, a virtual nobody had this been suburbia. But it was San Francisco, and everything was good as long as it was green, and being environmentally conscious is a good excuse to cover up monetary struggle. He invested in a "Fast Pass," at least, something only the upwardly mobile public transportationers could afford.
The streetcar would always stop across the street from his destination, but the sand was already everywhere - under his shoes, crunching as he crossed the Great Highway. A chilly wind would whip up around him, the fabric of his black windbreaker shimmering with each gust. His walkman was busted - he had dropped it while trying to catch the train - so he couldn't listen to the tunes he had planned for the trip in the first place.
The beach rose like a sleeping beast before him as he steadily climbed the dunes towards his destination. Tall thickets of dune grasses like gnarled fingers welcomed him in, wrapping around him and whispering amongst themselves in the dry, cold air. Jonas' clothes were whipping around him so furiously at this point that the hood of his anorak stood at a complete ninety degree angle from the sand. His hair, which was just above his eyebrows now (much to his mother's chagrin), stood at the same angle but keep sweeping across his eyes.
As he approached the top of the dune, a little out of breath and completely enthralled with his arrival to the frontier of the Pacific, the mighty ocean lay before him like melted gold and copper. The sun was kissing the rim of the horizon and her long arms splayed out for thousands of miles in each direction, even towards Jonas, who welcomed it all and drank it in. Every second it grew darker and colder, but Jonas, at the peak of the dune that separated the natural world from the industrialized nightmare he longed to escape, did not care. If the sun were to sink into the ocean, to the bottom of the earth, creating a vast hole so deep and so hungry that it pulled in the entire world, he would be the first to run towards it, chasing the whales and the walruses without fear. Read more!
Craigslist: A Series
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This one will definitely be filed in the bizarre/disgusting file. But hey - desperate times call for desperate measures. I mean, I GUESS the concept is kind of cool... right?
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Conserve Water Urinate Into A 5 Gallon Bucket and Dump Into A Drain
Date: 2009-02-03, 7:06PM PST
Men and women if convenient, to conserve water , we should all be urinating into a 5 gallon bucket. Dump it into a drain. Like a shower drain, tub drain or similar.
You can dump it into the toilet also and the water pressure will force it down
WITHOUT having to flush.
Your choice but we need to conserve water in this critical time.
To make the 5 gallon bucket more confortable for sitting.
Cut a piece of pipe insulation to the length of the circular opening.
Split the insulation down the center and slip over the edge of the bucket.
Thanks for conserving Water.
Location: All Areas
Read more!
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Conserve Water Urinate Into A 5 Gallon Bucket and Dump Into A Drain
Date: 2009-02-03, 7:06PM PST
Men and women if convenient, to conserve water , we should all be urinating into a 5 gallon bucket. Dump it into a drain. Like a shower drain, tub drain or similar.
You can dump it into the toilet also and the water pressure will force it down
WITHOUT having to flush.
Your choice but we need to conserve water in this critical time.
To make the 5 gallon bucket more confortable for sitting.
Cut a piece of pipe insulation to the length of the circular opening.
Split the insulation down the center and slip over the edge of the bucket.
Thanks for conserving Water.
Location: All Areas
Read more!
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Happy Birthday, Selena
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Fourteen years ago yesterday, Selena was gunned down at the age of 23. Today, she would have been 37 years old. What would her life have been like? What would she have been like? Something tells me she would have had a reality TV show by now, and unfortunately, we'll never get to blog about it.
RIP Selena - miss you.
RIP Selena - miss you.
I Love Money 2 Recap: Episode 9
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Caught between two alliances, Cali's luck finally ran out on "I Love Money 2" when she was sent home by Tailor Made, who was once again Paymaster. I guess people on these shows are faithful to their alliances to save face on television, but she looked like a damned fool at the power outing and whenever she spoke - this is probably why she was mostly edited out of the entire season. I swear, some of these people are just flying under the radar - we've yet to see a meaningful, interesting plotline involving Ice (and, up until this episode, Cali and It).
In any case, nine remain. I saw on an interview with the Entertainer that Prancer got new boobs, which leads me to suspect that she was the actual winner. We'll just have to watch and find out. Something tells me that in the next episode, one more of the Charm School ladies will get the axe, but we'll see.
Peaces!
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