andy pink, living from montreal, quebec! i'm up early, as usual, it's about 3:30am, watched a bit of the world series toronto-la game last night before i hit the pillow, the sox had their opportnity this yr, i hope they don't trade jarren in the off-season, and i suspect that the sox will bag bregman from free agency. i'm wonding if nail-painting casas will come back, i hope so, he's a character, most obviously gay — or if not, some permutation of new gender/sexuality — and h

live from true grounds in ball square, somerville! — now that rich is back in the fold, i thought i'd do a bit of updating of the fact sheet with some words on daily living. right now, i am gazing at jeremy, who is sporting a cobalt blue button down shirt, surprisingly unwrinkled, with the grey (yellow) jeans ("dungarees"), narrow face, high cheekbones, slightly chapped lips, with just the right adam's apple, i can dream to bite it off. i love rich, i love his body, but i am

dickbag, let's go to a game, either bruins or celtics i realize that you are a hacker (sometime barista) and i am a writer (occasional teacher) so we both have our own modes of communication. so-so: i am going to write: i think we should hang out and see how it goes. andy how do you feel about pete davidson removing his tatts? ashamed/scared? dude, don't let protracted flirtation be a strategy of avoidance. it will be a little awkward at first but i'll make it fine. i realiz