which way, baby. which way?
And so I here I lay, the first lazy day I’ve had in a while because I have taken on a few new clients and have been quite the busy bee. I have no complaints though, have to pay these bills somehow. It is uncomfortably hot but I am pretending that it is not. I have a hundred different things on my mind, but what is new? Trying to sort the shit show I call my mind.
In 2010 Nathan Chandler bought a house built in 1956 that was never occupied and is selling the kitchen with appliances and sink that were never used!
Um, yes. This is delightful.
I’m a high school lover,
and you’re my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my playground love
So… It’s no secret that my heart beats faster when I listen to this man speak and sing. He is incredibly insightful, funky, silly, deep, lovely, unique, beautiful, groovy and sweet in every way possible. I appreciate him for sharing such beauty with anyone who is willing to listen. I appreciate him for being exactly who he wants to be, despite any judgements that may come his way. Thank you, Devendra.
P.s. It was an intimate venue and I was lucky enough to be at the very front. I was basically sitting on his lap. Fan girl moment that I may not too proud of but I was given his water and my heart skipped a beat. Shit, I take that back. No shame.
I haven’t been able to stop listening and jigging to this song. Nor have I been able to cease my adoration for this man and all of his half naked glory. Every kind of yes.