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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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Our friend Steve, who lives in San Diego, has agreed to extend his Houston layover for two days just so Rexford will have someone different to jump on. Steve gives until it hurts, and that's why we like him. I should be cleaning, but I really can't be bothered. I figure as long as the bathroom is clean and Steve has a bed with clean sheets that will have to acceptable. I've been too busy scraping the crud from my kitchen floor lately to do much else. I didn't post any entries last week for two reasons, one of which is because our Internet connection has been too infrequent and unreliable. Which is annoying, but didn't really matter because the other reason was that I'd grown tired of reading to the sound of my own voice on this LiveJournal. It reminded me of writing and how crucial it is to like your narrator or main character, because if their voice annoys you, it's also going to annoy your readers. I can't stand reading anything, blogs or books, where the narrator whines and complains, and since that's all I was in the mood to do, I figured it was best not to type anything here at all S I did what any normal person would do in such a situation: I ripped up the industrial carpeting in my kitchen. It's that wonderful carpeting that was popular in most basement Rec Rooms circa 1976. I've been spending my time hovered over that floor, scraping carpet glue and encrusted pestilence from the concrete beneath. Good times. I still haven't finished my bathroom floor, a similar project started last year? Two years ago? Whatever.

Oops. Two more hours until Steve gets here. Guess I'd better clean something.