Well, E.S. and I have returned from our trip safe and, by all outward appearances, sound.
This is where we went:
It was really all fine until we were walking in the woods and E.S. made me touch moss.
Touch moss? Is that what the forward-thinking gay boys call it nowadays? Quaint.
You mean there was moss in the motel parking lot? 😉
Was the room musty and critter-ridden?
You’ll survive the moss. 🙂
“Touch moss”? What kind of kinky shit are you two getting into?
Moss? Purell. Don’t tell me you didn’t bring any?
But that view… so worth a little moss. Ahhh.
Beautiful pic… so I guess it is safe to assume that you two did not get naked and get down and dirty in the moss.
How awful it must have been; just look at all that wide open space. I’m glad that wilderness has been cancelled in the United Kingdom.
On other wavelengths, I’m totally envious; I’ve seen just one north American Autumn, in a city no less, and it was beautiful then…
Aren’t you from the south? You can’t possibly be this nature-phobic. I’m a born-and-bred Manhattanite, and I share your disdain for camping, but get over the moss!
Hi Faustus,Just want to say that your blog is fabulous – please tell us that your mysterious absence is due to you writing a book… if Breakup Babe could get a book deal from Random House, then you sure as hell can – miaow!
First off, I have to say your blog is absolutely fantastic. It is always a blessing and a comfort to know there are other neurotic people out there…just like my friends. I can live with myself now, thanks.
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