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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


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Oct. 19th, 2005

bonus teej

announcing: More Than Words: the photo blog

Back in August, Becky and I guest hosted at TRL: The Rob Log while Rob Byrnes was on vacation. To do this, we had to create a Blogger account, which was fun, relatively painless and easy. Since then, I've been wondering what to do with that Blogger account. I thought about doing a mirror of this journal on blogger (nah), perhaps a blog just about writing (boring), perhaps a blog with nothing but nude photos of myself—WAIT! Photos! Why not do a daily photo blog? That could not only be fun, but also a great excuse not to write. Genius!

The photo blog is kicked off by Lazlo, who has great aspirations.

Sep. 21st, 2005

I just killed this scratching thingie. What makes you think you're not next?

Lazlo says: We're going where in the what now? I don't think so. Don't make me cut you.

Sep. 16th, 2005

cat wrath

Much to Lazlo's horror, I forgot to buy cat food yesterday. I'm a sucky human sometimes. I had enough for last night's feeding, but he still punished me by walking around and meowing every hour, on the hour until morning. That's when River started his Wake Up Houston campaign. It's lovely that he doesn't leave the bed until I do, but he lays there and pants while thumping his tail against the matress. It's like having my own vibrating bed. You'd think the dog's full of quarters or something.

As further punishment, Lazlo called out to the sky today and the clouds came, bringing forth the rain. I couldn't wait it out, for fear the earthquakes and locusts would be next on his list, so I braved the deluge, completely forgetting that rain washes away everyone's ability to drive. My stomach was feeling floopy as it was, but the three times people nearly killed me made me scream like a little girl and it was all I could do to control the wheel of the car, let alone my bowels. Luckily I made it to Whole Foods in one piece and procured two bags of cat food.

When I exited Whole Foods, the clouds had parted and the rain had stopped. Needless to say, Lazlo is eating as we speak.

That cat is evil, I tell you. EVIL! But don't tell him I said so. I'm afraid of him.

Jul. 2nd, 2005


Yesterday, River went in to the spa vet to start his heartworm treatment. It was an overnight visit, so we thought we'd begin our war against the fleas at The Compound. We started with my apartment, taking Smo's advice and setting off flea bombs upstairs and downstairs. This meant putting up everything that I didn't want poisoned. I figured my dishes were a lost cause, since I have shelves and not cabinets, but I decided that wouldn't be a huge deal, because I could just wash them all anyway. Mainly, I wanted to hide Lazlo and Rivers toys and dishes, and any of my food items, so we wouldn't be poisoned. The quickest and easiest way to do this was to jam everything into my refrigerator.

We set the bombs off during dinner, and two hours later I opened all the windows to air the place out. Lazlo was pent up in his kitty carrier inside the Home Office at Becky's. This meant several visits from Margot and Guinness to his carrier, as if to say Hey Look! There's a kitty in there! Hi! Then Lazlo would hiss at them, they'd creep away, and then they'd come back five minutes later. Hey Look! There's a kitty in there! Hi!

Once the air was clear, I got to vacuum my apartment, which as you all know is very thrilling for me. However, it's not quite as thrilling when your apartment is 95 degrees with 100% humidity. Still, it was satisfying to think of all the dead fleas I was sucking up. Then I returned an extremely annoyed Lazlo back to his apartment and cranked up the a/c.

Today was Becky's turn to the flea assault onto her house. Margot and Guinness's crates were brought over and they hung out in my apartment for a few hours while their home got bombed. Once they left, Mr. Becky and I went to the spa vet's to pick up River. He must've had an okay time there, because he wasn't standoffish this time. He seemed excited to go home, which is counterproductive, because we're supposed to quell any and all exitement for the next month while the heartworms are killed off and absorbed or passed from his body. Should be fun (not!) because he's a fairly happy and energetic dog. We put him in his room and, since he's a gay dog, I put on some Madonna, which chills him out, oddly enough. A "Material Girl" and an "Angel" later, he was dozing while I set to washing everything in the kitchen that got poisoned.

I decided I'd do the spring cleaning that I put off until summer. When it's hot out, like it is in Houston, it's better to be inside cleaning.