Written Diary

well, well well how many more of these diaries do i have left? i think maybe 5. I'm so excited and scared at the same time. Not knowing what the future has to hold is rather scary at times. However, I have faith in mine and Ryan's relationship. Time will tell where we end up.

On a happier note Ryan and I did absolutely NOTHING this past weekend. Marmaduke is my favorite comic strip. We spent the weekend at my dads house and ryan's apartment. We were doing shots and grilling nude at my Dad's house. Don't worry we had the house to ourselves...lol Ryan almost decided to grill some "sausage." MMMM I love a hot sausage with peppers and onions.

I also got my haircut this weekend. It was about damn time, it was reaching the point where I couldn't do anything with it. How much wood could a wood chuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?? hmmm...
And I also learned that Absinthe is not meant to be drank as a shot! lol I'll never make that mistake again!

We also got our film developed from our previous trips too. We have some from St. Augustine and Halloween as well and just some fun ones too. We have this really cool one from our little ghost tour that we went on that has a face in the picture. Me and Ryan were standing underneath the Lover's Tree which of course has an old tragic love story behind it. But the really cool part about the picture is that we happened to capture an image of a face. Did you know that when preying mantis' are done mating the female bites off the head of the male? what a bitch!
The face is right here
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Todays marks only 4 days until I leave for North Carolina. I will be gone from the 24th to the 29th. I am so happy and so excited that I will be seeing my sister and family. I miss her so much. I haven't seen them in 5 years. I heard it's cold up there, so I better take a few jackets, especially my faux fur one named Billy. I hope to see some snow, cuz I have never seen it except on television or during oral sex.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential. ? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking really, I suggest you try it.

As for the specially challenged people in the house, it seems everyone is happy. Bitter Betty(a.k.a.:Jonathan) seems a bit chipper now like his heart grew a little bit like the Grinch. But, enough about Minnesota. Zac has some great ideas going around for chat. Y'all should vote for it. I am definitely for the ability to move around the house for chats. That would not only make life easier on this end, but also be interesting for all the chats. Vote, now. Clay has Tom. Tom has Clay. Any more information would be lethal. For your own protection, they are currently being monitored for any suspicious activity by the mother ship.

and as for the mating rituals between turtles, well thats all i have to say about that. lol. Despite the fact that this diary is completely random I hope it has brought humor into your day by reading this excerpt in the life of Marshall Simmons head CBL boi for the next few weeks. Noone is home to take your call right now but if you would please leave a message after the beep i will gladly return your call as soon as possible. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Love you guys!

Marshall

- A wise man once said, wherever you go, there you are.

P.S.
Thank you to the mysterious gentleman who sent me and ryan a box of goodies. No names mentioned but you know who you are. Just wanted to say thank you. that was very much appreciated and very unexpecting. Thank you for everything you sent it was a wonderful gift!