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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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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.