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April 2011

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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

contact

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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Rita!


Doesn't that sound like a Rita Moreno comeback special? Rita! Every time I hear about this hurricane, I picture it with Rita's face and yelling, "HEY YOU GUUUUUUYS!" as it moves closer to us.

Sorry. I only slept for four hours last night. Stupid insomnia. And just as River began his 10 AM pant and tail thump routine to wake me up, Becky came into my apartment to talk hurricane, the course of which apparently grew and changed overnight, heading right for us. Oh, boy!

I've spent the day moving everything outside—potted plants, small tables, chairs, benches, bird bath, etc.—into the garage, so they won't fly like cannonballs into our house, or our neighbor's. We're not in an evacuation zone, but we're operating under the assumption that we're heading to Alabama, to Mr. Becky's parent's house in the morning. We're getting the essentials packed up to put on stand-by, next to the doors, (including the dogs, and cat) so we can just pick up and go on a moment's notice. We'll keep an eye on the news tonight.

To whom it may concern; was all this really necessary just to get me to leave the house for once?

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