“I can smell that second picture through the screen…”

So, the boyfriend has started a new blog.

So far, it chronicles his battles with bug bites and pussy wounds via words and high resolution photographs.

vintage* email exchanges, pt.1

ca. November, 2004

Me: I heard this great little story on NPR this morning about some high school in Texas that has always had some stupid ‘cross dressing day’, until this year when the religious crazies got all up in their shit and said they were purporting the “homosexual agenda”. So they changed it… to ‘camo day’… and now the kids dress up as… soldiers…

Ty: I had to tell the recruiter that was after me in High School that I was gay. Otherwise he would have kept calling and asking me to go out to lunch.

*old works here, too, but vintage is just so… um… (cough).

Pastafari

Ty and I made pasta from scratch last week.

It was a lot like playing with my old Play-Doh Fun Factory, except I didn’t get yelled at for eating the dough.

(Play-Doh was delicious.)

This is our pile of reference books, none of which seemed to agree with each other…

… and this pile o’pasta is the fruit of our labors.