One More Thing

Oh, I forgot one more thing about what I'm going to miss about not moving back to Maryland....Snow in April. I remember that tease. Reminded me of getting really into it with a chick. You know, first base, second, ahhh third, and then WHAM. Sorry son, you're not getting that yet...maybe never. FUCK! That's Maryland in April (See Middlespace 4/7/2007 #4). The final snow falls somewhere at the beginning of March--first base, then a few weeks of mixed weather (cold, cool, slightly tepid)--second base, you know the drill. Then, out of no where comes four, five days of temperatures in the low 60s--holy shit, third base and some good ole genital rubbin'. After months of high 30s, low 40s, sixty degrees is a fucking heat wave and almost orgasmic. Next thing you know, it's the beginning of April and snow is falling. Mother Fuckin Blue Balls all the way. Thrown out at home, Barry Bonds style.

It's Official

We're staying left-coast for now. No move, no UM, no humidity. Oh well, I was kinda looking forward to the humidity, shitty baseball teams, Doreen Gensler, Sonny Jorgenson, traffic, incessant questions about "what do you do", rat racers, people who work "on the hill", bloated egos, terrorist assholes, W, political pedophiles, people who stand at the door on the Metro and refuse to move when I'm trying to get on, ass-hats, shall I continue? Oh yea, I forgot: no fucking beer or wine in grocery stores! However, I was really looking forward to being back with some really good friends who I love dearly. But hey: Go West Young Men (Uh, Ty, Rene, Pete, etc.).

Dreamin Santee

I spent an entire afternoon in Santee. The place where I resided for 15 years before doing what all good Santee kids do: I left. Actually, good Santee kids remain in Santee, but when was I ever a good kid. I hated that fuckin little provincial, small minded town. I thought after not living there for almost 20 years, I would be over my hatred, but I'm not. And besides, it provides good rant material for this blog. So anyway, I get my haircut in Santee because me sister cuts my hair and her shop is in Santee. Here is Santee (not necessarily what Santee looks like, except picture 1, but what Santee is, it's Gestalt) in pictures:

You Know You're a.....

You know you're a Unitarian Universalist when you're an athiest and you have kids.