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2003-07-08 - 12:12 a.m.
the bod that launched 1,000 boners

say it loud: i'm black and i'm proud - james brown

i watched part of undercover brother last night, and once again, i was reminded of how horny neil patrick harris makes me.

i watched doogie howser like everyone else, and never gave the big brained wonder kid a second thought. actually, mitchell anderson pumped my nads back then. but, mr. harris has grown into a good looking guy. he's one of my left field turn ons.

did i write about the 4th? it was okay. i say it was just okay because it was like 102 degrees in smltwn, and we went to the big 'ol car show and street fair thingie at around 11am, had two beers, came home about 1pm, and my head was POUNDING. i figured that it was because i hadn't eaten anything and that i'm a lightweight w/ the booze, so i took some advil, ate a sandwich, and figured i'd come around.

i didn't.

we got to my 'rents house around 3pm, had some chip & dip, played with my nephews, tried to feel better, and i did for awhile, then we ate around 5:30, and everything was so fucking good, but after i ate i was ready to knock out. i sat in the backyard in a lounge chair, and tried valiantly to stay awake. shawna and dan came and after they ate, they were like, "we're gonna head out", i apologized for being such a lousy host, they said they understood, and they left. usually, after the bbq at my parents we head to my aunts for fireworks, matt brought me home instead. i was asleep before we got home.

move over, spuds mackenzie, there's a new party animal in town......not.

i woke up around 9, matt was running his fingers through my hair, and i felt like a million bucks. we went out into the backyard and watched the fireworks from the big show at the high school, and seemingly everywhere else in town. there were bottle rockets going off all over the damn place. we ended up having sex on the cool, green grass. totally fucking rad.

i just read that travis fimmel, the calvin klein underwear model with the bod that launched a thousand boners, is going to be on t.v. playing tarzan. what a terrible, terrible idea. i mean, him in a loin cloth is a good idea; a damn good idea. but, him on t.v., like acting? bad idea.

better wrap this shit up, i'm starting to ramble...

later

-take it / leave it-

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