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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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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! pt.3


I was just in my apartment (which is the least structurally sound building on our property. *nervous giggle*) moving all the crockery and glasses to lower cupboards with doors, in anticipation of returning home to find my kitchen full of broken glass, very much resembling the china shop in—oh, wait. That's in SOMEONE LIKE YOU, which isn't out yet. Never mind!

Besides fretting over my kitchen, I was just throwing clothes in a bag and looking forlornly at all the clothes I'm going to have to leave behind to fend for themselves. And my shoe collection. Oh, my poor shoes...

Cue the music! He's so very GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

I totally understand now why some people don't evacuate. Off and on, I've been entertaining the notion of staying behind to keep an eye on this place. As if I'd be able to stop mass devestation. Believe it or not, I am a tough cookie on the inside. My father taught survival training in the Navy, so I've picked up a lot of usefull information on how to stay alive in the face of hazardous elemental craziness. However, most of that knowledge is in regards to surviving on a mountain during a blizzard. Somehow I doubt I'd be building a snow shelter and staying warm during a hurricane in Texas.

I suppose enduring an extremely long drive and staying in a strange home and—you know—living is better than hanging out here with no electricity, stifling heat and rising crappy water.

So I guess I'll be loading up my things in the car(s) along with Becky and Mr. Becky's stuff, the three dogs, the cat, and old Mrs. Becky. If you're in the area, or between Texas and Alabama, keep an eye out for us. I'm sure we'll look like this:

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