At the Embassy of Cambodia last week:
Watching Maddox play. He's rolling around in the grass. Haha. So cute. (click thumbnail to enlarge)

I always approach the New York Times Sunday Styles section with some trepidation – more often than not there’s someone from my past, some friend or associate, featured in the vows section. Not good for my ego these days when I’m feeling in career/relationship nowheresland. Well, I guess the House & Home section is filled with mines as well. Thanks, Thickeye, for bringing this to my attention. I share his sentiments, and, by the way, his blog rocks! Thickeye comments that he doesn’t know whether to “make fun of this lady or date her,” I actually dated her in college. (My life revolves around minor claims to fame). She’s one tres savvy lady, hard working, intuitive, gorgeous, and above all, a good person. Dunno where the “punk rock” mentioned in the article comes from though. Exquisite and well-informed taste (except for maybe when it came to me, but she had the smarts to move on). I’m so green-eyed about her pad!

Speaking of pads, Bumblefuck finally moved out on Sunday. June 20 is now officially my day of liberation, my Bastille Day. The stank that has been permeating the casa, my auberge espanol sans NJ nationale, oddly vanished after he packed up and left. Housemate D and are still finding and cleaning up body hair and I imagine we will be for some time. I feel kind of bad for the kid, though.
He’s moving to LA. He’s gonna have to wax in that town.