So it's been hot this weekend. Not warm. Not toasty. HOT. Today it was 89 degrees, which is apparently a record high for this time of year. When it's a particularly warm New York night, my singing man is sure to make an appearance. I've pretty much determined, based on all his musical choices, that he's ga ga gay. His late-night serenade last night cemented this opinion.
Lady GaGa - Poker Face
Some things have been going on in my life that I don't feel like talking about. Plus I've been outside enjoying the uhmazing weather. Hence the lack of posts over the past couple of weeks. Just consider it a tiny hiatus. I'll be back in full force (I hope) soon.
Until next time.
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