March boy, revisited. Were those buds on the trees or just my imagination? Lyfe is full, struggles, triumphs, love, hairballs. Stress turning my hair gray, trying to get the shields up but this starship is on a mission. Sister was in town and I love her. She took this sexy picture of me at the colosseum.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
3-3-11
March boy, revisited. Were those buds on the trees or just my imagination? Lyfe is full, struggles, triumphs, love, hairballs. Stress turning my hair gray, trying to get the shields up but this starship is on a mission. Sister was in town and I love her. She took this sexy picture of me at the colosseum.
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