Ain’t no weatherman (anal with a man?)
Good god, the passing of time is astounding these days. Already it’s been nearly a month since Enji’s visit. Where has that time gone? What have I done since then?
Time spent with E was wonderful, of course. There’s one picture up on flickr from our gay bar karaoke night (sadly, none of the show pics came out well, or I’d have more to share). Video footage of our duet to Natalie Imbruglia’s “Torn”, sans- interpretive dance (I totally chickened out) does in fact exist, but for the sake of humanity I’ll spare you my atonal vocal stylings. Enji totally rocked out Christina Aguilera’s “Ain’t No Other Man”, though. As if you didn’t know, girl can sing. I’ve said it already, but thanks again for coming, E. Miss ya already. There’s always a bed and a hot mug of tea here for ya. 
Since then a dozen more partial entries have been composed, but I’ve still nothing solid to put here yet. I should make finishing something a priority, if for no other reason than proving to myself I can still write a damn coherent essay. But that won’t be happening tonight, I’m afraid. Life is still interesting. Maybe one day I can tell ya’ll about it.
To those that still happen upon this page, or who haven’t given up hope that I’ll ever post again: I hope life is treating you well.