Don’t Go Together …
I Get It. I’m Not Color Blind. A Case Of Myopic Style Sense, Sure.
“But, That Didn’t Stop Me From Committing Treason Against The Rainbow Yesterday.”
… Or, Fashion Blasphemy. Voluntarily Frump Day. Got My Ew On. Continue reading “Color Fool”
I Mean, I Don’t Fit The Marketing Demographic … And, I’m Not The Type …
Who does? Who is?
I’d managed to avoid the “Almost Anything For A Buck” Store
… Until Curiosity Dragged Me In. Continue reading “Dollar Store Hombre”
Please.
Someone.
Mercy.
… Get This Lovely Song Out Of My Melon. Continue reading ““Have You Ever Been Mellow?””
The Guys Need Help … Tout de Suite …
This mess has gone beyond My Humble, Always Jaded Opinion … from Bad Sci-Fi to The Un-See-Able Mortification of Vanity.
An intervention of Armageddon proportion is needed to Save The Males from Themselves, because the Ragazzi are not going to do it alone.
… I Promise To Help Where I Can, But Please Keep In Mind I May Be Part Of The Problem. Continue reading “We Should Talk”
Because You Probably Didn’t Get Me Anything …
That’s okay.
I don’t need more stuff.
Nada. Zilch. Continue reading “Its Not My Birthday”
I Formally Introduced Carl … Carlos … Carlito …
Cee for short. The dude goes by several hip monikers.
He’ll answer to almost anything starting with a C, including Charlie, but don’t ever call him Chuck unless the two of you are tight.
… Just The Way He Is About Certain Things … Continue reading “Carl”
Mayan Riviera Way …
Chilling. Unplugged. Ribbit.
“Cerveza, Ceviche, Churro … Por Favor.”
… Getting My It All The Way On.
Photo by Nubia Navarro (nubikini)
