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April 2011


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


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.


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so. central rain

I haven't had much to mention in my LJ of late, which is why I haven't posted since last week. Becky's sister is visiting so we've been playing many games of cards. Which means I've been losing many games of cards, and that's not something that makes me want to run to the laptop and blog.

Another reason I haven't posted is that I pruned a few of the trees that grow on the south lawn of The Compound. I really got into it. Literally. I was like a monkey, climbing trees with a hand saw and thinning branches that block sunlight. If only we had a wood-chipper. I had to cut everything up by hand afterward and, as a result, my hands were quite jacked up. I had blisters on one side of my hands, scrapes on the other, and my muscles were cramped for days. Again, not something that makes me want to run to the laptop. I didn't even want to masturbate. That's saying something. Maybe too much something, but whatever.

Now it's raining and Rex is whining at the door, because it's open and the screen door makes everything too accessible. At least the trees aren't whining.