full of moxie and viscosity

First of all, I LOVE KIMMIE RASCHKA. I called her to discuss RO and the next thing you know, we're both taking off our pants. God, I love that woman.

Secondly, and I am not saying this one moment too prematurely, I think I met someone. I mean, I know that I met him. Isn't that a silly function of our language. "I met someone." Meaning, a Certain Someone. A Special Someone. Oh, the intricacies of our innuendos. Sigh.

Regardless, I met him, and then we had drinks, and a couple dinners. All I can really say about it now, without jinxing everything, is that I'm really comfortable around him, and he's NOT AN ARTIST OR MUSICIAN. He's a DJ, but that doesn't count. He's... normal in a way that I really crave right now. No games, no tortured confessions. I'm being an honest blogger right now, perhaps in a dangerous way. What if he should read it? Ah, fuck it, I want him to read it. Oh, and for those of you concerned with my little age problem I tend to have (my obsession with the little boys, all of whom are way too inexperienced for me...)- this one is over 25. Whew.

He has a roommate named Pepe and wears funny shorts.

Fresno's not so bad, after all.