or rodarte, kane, and comey. oh my.

i think we should share a sleeping bag in the middle of amundsen-scott, antarctica... where the current temperature is -76.
what a man amongst little boys.

see: riding to critical mass, doored by an enormous astro van, tears, ice packs, bourbon missouri, five hour long float trips [not a summer bummer], severe sunburn from lack of applying generous amounts of sunscreen. a: the bruises [that was surprisingly the only road rash i got.] b: the burns c: the end result skin flakes everywhere i look. johnny likes to pick them and charlie likes to eat them. my serious summer bummer couldve been far worse, however, and i can't thank my wonderful boyfriend enough for taking care of my cuts & scrapes and listening to me whine all the way down the meremac river. <3 for real though, now im ready to go to six flags, go tubing again [the right way], take a road trip, and make really wonderful memories with a select few individuals.

the man across the street from me just earned his very own blog in my myspace.. which is nothing short of epic.
there are no words for how i feel when i see a naked man, stroking his semi-endowed penis [from that i can tell] ..fully "lurking" right into my soul. or perhaps right through my clothes with his zombie, see-through vision at my vagina.
yes, this is what runs through my mind as my toes are curling and im squealing like a 3 yr old getting his/her first haircut.
the first sighting occurred yesterday and was overlooked, minus the pictures taken and aforementioned squeals uttered.... tonight was a more exotic night for my friend.
first he decided to leave his work clothes on.....maybe send me the "lets do it at work where we might get caught" vibe.... after the first "experience" ended he decided to strip completely down and come as close as possible to the window and engage in "experience" number two.
might i add... he had to use two hands... which had me cracking up.
oh he also caressed his hairy man chest and licked his man juice covered hands.

he definitely knew we were watching. [me and cody are closet voyeurs. except cody laughs and i get scared.]
im aware of this due to the fact that he blew us a kiss as he slithered away from the window... gripping the door finger by finger like any horror movie villain would do.
that would be the moment that i "flipped my shit" and wanted to be the sole deliverer of his grusome demise.

sidenote: the lights are off in my room as he looks over at what im hoping is a dark room. his zombie night vision allows him the knowledge that we are viewing his escapades of course.

and here would be the best pictures i captured in tonights event..
round two... obviously...





tomorrow we purchase binoculars and a spotlight to shine on the unsuspecting, yet totally aware, exhibitionist.