AAAHH...maestro here. Another hapless, sleepless night. I am sleepless in south Tampa, kids. About ten minutes ago I decided that there MUST be something more fruitful to do with my early morning than lie on my side with my eyes open. That something more fruitful was a walk downstairs to my refrigerator to down the last half of my fruit punch gatorade and then a second descending down to the very bottom floor of my house to start what will be a very beautiful thing... My contribution to this blog, which, by the way, I am very happy to be a part of.
a word on my affiliation with the co-authors...
I met Matthew at a party. It was a balmy August evening in the city of Beerdome, Tallahassee. I suppose I had seen him around, and maybe that's why we started chatting. I knew we were going to be friends. He called me later that evening, employing the Drink and Dial, and left me a message that lasted five minutes -- it's possible it was longer. I like Matthew a lot. So much, in fact, that he's the only gay guy I'd consider having sex with -- I like him that much.
the other author is of course fabulously wonderful herself. If I have a favorite memory with Kelsey it might well be the night we sat sipping vodka and orange juice on her porch while she explained to me why there is a warrant out for her arrest in Kansas. Those are the kind of details I won't be sharing on this blog -- sorry kids.
.....There are NO cockroaches in England (if I am wrong, you are always welcome to correct the maestro with a friendly comment). That was nice because it meant that I didn't have to dodge them when I wanted to use the computer. Cockroaches seem to me to be a particularly Southern disaster. For instance, the cockroaches in Alabama are as big as the average southerner right hand. And if you think that's disgusting, imagine about twenty hand-sized cockroaches traveling together. These massive bugs scurry in clans. EWE.
I write in order to share. Remember, The maestro cares about you. I want that to be spledidly clear from the very beginning. And when we're not having our college time giggles, I want this to be an edifying experience.
I'm really very excited about all of the fun we're going to be having, kids. Soon we'll have music up, and more goodies. Just thinking about it makes me tired.
-Jagermaestro
a word on my affiliation with the co-authors...
I met Matthew at a party. It was a balmy August evening in the city of Beerdome, Tallahassee. I suppose I had seen him around, and maybe that's why we started chatting. I knew we were going to be friends. He called me later that evening, employing the Drink and Dial, and left me a message that lasted five minutes -- it's possible it was longer. I like Matthew a lot. So much, in fact, that he's the only gay guy I'd consider having sex with -- I like him that much.
the other author is of course fabulously wonderful herself. If I have a favorite memory with Kelsey it might well be the night we sat sipping vodka and orange juice on her porch while she explained to me why there is a warrant out for her arrest in Kansas. Those are the kind of details I won't be sharing on this blog -- sorry kids.
.....There are NO cockroaches in England (if I am wrong, you are always welcome to correct the maestro with a friendly comment). That was nice because it meant that I didn't have to dodge them when I wanted to use the computer. Cockroaches seem to me to be a particularly Southern disaster. For instance, the cockroaches in Alabama are as big as the average southerner right hand. And if you think that's disgusting, imagine about twenty hand-sized cockroaches traveling together. These massive bugs scurry in clans. EWE.
I write in order to share. Remember, The maestro cares about you. I want that to be spledidly clear from the very beginning. And when we're not having our college time giggles, I want this to be an edifying experience.
I'm really very excited about all of the fun we're going to be having, kids. Soon we'll have music up, and more goodies. Just thinking about it makes me tired.
-Jagermaestro
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