Some guys simply should not wear clothing, or if they do, they shouldn’t wear much. The guy in today’s photo post is one of those. Aye-yi-yi. I wonder what his name is? I wonder where he lives? Does anyone know?
I don’t know what got into me, but I slept in today, until past ten AM. I didn’t stay up late last night, and I didn’t have much to drink, either. I simply watched my Netflix rental, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, which was pretty good. The cute boy from Slumdog Millionaire appeared in the film, along with Judi Dench and other great actors. I recommend it.
Anyway, I haven’t accomplished much today, but that’s okay. I’ll work on my novel, make some lunch, and perhaps take a bicycle ride. I have a golf lesson at four PM, which is always productive.
I’m not a believer in astrology. Sorry, but I think it’s a load of crap. Why do people feel the need to explain life’s events? Look, life’s not about order; it’s not preordained. Shit happens.
I say: deal with the chaos, and then move on.
Oh, by the way, I’m what they call a “cusp baby.” I was born on October 23rd. Some say I’m a Libra, others a Scorpio. So, I guess I’m a mix between “flaky derelict” and “obsessive twat.” Hmmm.
It’s a gorgeous day outside, about 74 degrees F, sunny, with no wind. I’m looking forward to spending a large part of today outdoors. Wherever you are, I hope the sun’s shining on your face.