The recovery has begun...

I have safely returned to San Diego. To be honest, I am actually happy to be back in Southern California... it may not be the city I would like, but it definitely beats the hella cold I experienced in San Fran. I blame my disgust for the lower temperatures due to my years of living in Tucson... growing up in that heat can certainly damage you.

AnyHO, within the next few days I will be posting the pictures that documented all of the dirty going-ons from my trip up to the Bay Area. I need a day or two to get back into the swing of things before I tackle such a LARGE project... and when I say the swing of things, I mean work, and when I say LARGE project, I mean a certain stud’s massive member. And it’s no surprised that work is, like, totally fucked on my first day back. I’ve been in town for less than 24 hours and The DingBat is already riding my coattail. Fucking cunt.

On a sad & sour note, I found out this afternoon that my most “special friend” has abruptly moved to Texas. My lips, tongue, cock and ass are officially now in mourning. I hope to see him next time I am in Texas... like that will ever happen.