I went to the desert for the weekend. For the last time until August, which - if you didn't already know - is when I'm packin' up the tent and cooler and moving to the desert FOR 2 MONTHS. woot, right. If I don't die of exhaustion, it'll be one of the more exciting episodes in this lil blogger's life.
I'm going to have a sign outside my tent. One side will say FUCK OFF I'M SLEEPING (this side will show when I'm not home) and the other side will say FUCK OFF I'M NOT HOME (for when I'm sleeping). If a windstorm comes up and blows the sign around, I'll just let it tell me where I am.
Anyway, it was an exciting weekend. I got romanced and a half by a proclaimed 33-year-old (I call it more like 40) ex-Marine sniper with dreds and a big black truck and skull tattoos and bright blue eyes. He treated me better than just about any guy I've ever hooked up with, and not just physically. Sunday morning when I woke up with dehydration sickness, he made me eat Clif Bars and drink water with electrolyte powder, and then he drove me around to all the hot springs and secret spots while I recovered, and told me I was gorgeous (which, coming from someone as good-looking as him, is definitely surprising to hear). And of course there was all the sex, which, you know, what's to tell? Heh.
(and it's funny because I did fly my freak flag this year)
paxgitmo says
I don't give a shit that you're not what you appear to be.
I'm going to have a sign outside my tent. One side will say FUCK OFF I'M SLEEPING (this side will show when I'm not home) and the other side will say FUCK OFF I'M NOT HOME (for when I'm sleeping). If a windstorm comes up and blows the sign around, I'll just let it tell me where I am.
Anyway, it was an exciting weekend. I got romanced and a half by a proclaimed 33-year-old (I call it more like 40) ex-Marine sniper with dreds and a big black truck and skull tattoos and bright blue eyes. He treated me better than just about any guy I've ever hooked up with, and not just physically. Sunday morning when I woke up with dehydration sickness, he made me eat Clif Bars and drink water with electrolyte powder, and then he drove me around to all the hot springs and secret spots while I recovered, and told me I was gorgeous (which, coming from someone as good-looking as him, is definitely surprising to hear). And of course there was all the sex, which, you know, what's to tell? Heh.
| You Are 39% American |
 But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over. On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead... And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch! |
(and it's funny because I did fly my freak flag this year)
paxgitmo says
I don't give a shit that you're not what you appear to be.
1 Comments:
At 3:55 AM,
Radiohumper said…
You ARE gorgeous.
Ex-Marine, ummm hmmm. Sniper, well that shows patience and impulse control. You gotta be pretty sure of yourself to rock a skull tattoo.
But the dreads are an anomaly. Some people just won't be cliche.
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