We’ve been very pleased with our move to the desert. But, it always feels significantly later in the day than it really is. Maybe it’s everything being cast in shadow by the mountain in the late afternoon. Anyway, I’m routinely struggling not to fall asleep at like 6:30 PM…

Productive morning. So, I’ll treat myself.

(Watching the Broncos/Chiefs game and camera pans to Condoleezza Rice.) Me to Other Half: “Oh my god, remember when Condoleezza Rice was a villain?”

Having a smoke and watching the game before THE game through the kitchen window.

I’ve had Death by Lightning recommended to me by several folks. Not sure if it’s because they know I was an American history major or because they know my ultimate fantasy is Nick Offerman with muttonchops.

Nice night for it.

Everything about this is fucking gross. 🤮🤮🤮

Sunday smoke.

I’m going to need a few filler items for my half sleeves. Debating between a Magic 8 Ball that says “Fuck No” or an old school dagger with a banner that says “Live. Laugh. Lacerate.”

Bye Week.

Sorry I barfed on your Grunt Style t-shirt bro, but the American flag into assault rifle print made me nauseous.

Fucking perfect out today.

85% there. Pretty soon, I’d do me. 😂

Autumn vibes.

The hot bear electrician working on our bathroom remodel is listening to reggae and I don’t know whether I’m aroused or disgusted.

The weekend was a blast, but paying for it now.

Listening to Peaches’ “Set It Off” on repeat until I feel confident enough to walk out of the house in a wrestling singlet. Being gay is weird.

Enjoy the weekend fellas.

Midweek smoke.

Other Half: “How was your run?” Me: “It was barely a jog. I fucking hated it.” Other Half: “Well, you’ll enjoy it more when you’re in better shape.” Me: “Whoa. Am I not a prime specimen?” Other Half: “You are…for a bear.”

Post-game smoke.

People are absolutely ripping on Carson Wentz and I am here for it. Go birds!

First naked pool hang in the books. Now home to smoke and watch the sunset.

I got hit on by the hottest pipe smoking daddy bear I’ve ever seen and I got asked my astrological sign within the same 5 minutes. California is a mixed bag.

Getting pretty used to the new place.

Dos maduros.