In my book, kissing another guy is about the sexiest experience one can have, especially when he owns a pair of pudgy pink lips like the boys in today’s photo posts. The boy in the upper photo is, of course, William Franklyn Miller. He’s a gorgeous lad, but I fear he may be suffering from over-exposure in the media. In my opinion, his handlers need to limit the amount of photos he poses for.
I had a great time at the concert with my friends last night. We dined at a casual restaurant, one block from the house I grew up in, and I felt rather nostalgic, remembering the many times I walked past the building, on my way to go fishing as a boy. The concert hall was filled to capacity, but it’s an intimate venue, and I enjoyed the hell out of myself. I didn’t get home until midnight, and I was so keyed up from the live music I couldn’t get to sleep until two AM. Of course, that meant I slept until 10:30 this morning, so I’m off to a slow start.
I don’t have a lot planned for my Sunday, other than washing my car and doing a little more yard work, since the sky is overcast and it won’t be so hot today. A friend has invited me to his place for dinner, so I’ll have a relaxing day.
Have a great Sunday, friends.