Ahhhh.

It's lovely to live on the beach.

Now to make some gay friends. I've never been good at making gay friends - I'm not sure why. Yes, I have friends who are gay, but I've never been able to amass a posse of Marys. Probaby because all my homos move away from Miami.

So, I turn to you, dear reader: supply me with Homos.

I have a phatty pad close to where all the action is. Yes, I'm standoffish and slow to warm up to strangers - is that why? Once you crack though my candy-shell exterior, I'm warm, witty and generous.

It just takes a bit. And I'm not so much good with the whole "making plans" thing, because... let's face it - I'm busy.

Get ye hence - make me some friends!

There's dinner in it for you - one dinner for each phone number I get, and have plans with more than twice!

And now, to finish unloading the dishwasher, to fill it again with newsprint-wrapped glassware...

::sigh::

Such drudgery. But we're almost finished. Now we just have to receive our projector lamp... and, you know, see whether cable fits in our budget (it doesn't.)

But lest you lose the underlying point of this blog - make me some homo friends.