Reverie by Digital Blasphemy
I got my first look at my new apartment and signed the lease on Monday. My new employer paid the rent until January (sweet!) so I have lots of time now before I have to pay rent and then it is only $400 all bills paid. The apartment is located right across the street from where I will be working making it ever so convenient. It is a small one bedroom, but cute and cozy with ash wood floors throughout. I will have to develop some furniture as all I own right now is my desk, chair and filing cabinet. Gal Pal has a bed for me but I will need a chest of drawers and something for the living room besides the desk. The apartment has an eating bar separating the Pullman kitchen (which has lots of cabinet and counter space for me) from the living area so I will need a couple of bar stools instead of a dinette set. With its neutral coloring I will be able to apply any color decorating scheme I wish to employ. It will probably encompass many shades of blue with some earth tones to give it flavor. It will be sort of strange living in an actual apartment versus a hotel. I have lived for most of the last 5 years in hotels in one state or another, resulting in my lack of furniture. I look forward to getting creative with the blank slate I have been handed.
Another sign that I am following some larger plan than I am cognizant of. The store I will be working at is on the SW corner of a major intersection just east of downtown Fort Worth. My apartment is one block west and half a block north from the store. On the SE corner of the same intersection is large square structure. Turns out it is a large Gay bar and I am moving into a neighborhood showing every sign of the start Gay gentrification with a heavy dose of multi-cultural influence. This pretty much means I will not have to search out the boys in the band, they are already in the 'hood and party next door. This greatly increases the odds of Uncle Gerry getting laid some time in the coming passage of time. Especially if more of those little Hispanic Hotties keep smiling in my face as they come through the store. I did a small walking tour yesterday to check out the area immediately surrounding the store. Although I grew up near here, it has been many years since I have lived in this neighborhood so I wanted to check it out. There was lots of foot traffic and friendly people out and about. You can see the tell tales of the coming gentrification with the single and partnered gays walking their dogs and doing the jogging thing singly or in pairs. There is Sycamore Park just south of the store where I learned to swim at the public pool providing a nearby place for outdoor activities and the major intersection where the store sits is a public transportation transfer point. Three miles to the west is the main Terminal for the T (what they call the transportation system here in Fort Worth) and the old T & P Railroad Terminal, one of those grand nineteenth century cavernous granite and marble structure which sits next to the equally grand Main Post Office at the foot of Houston Street where it crosses Lancaster Avenue which is the street the store is on. I will get pictures after I get situated in my new place and find where I packed the camera. Moving day is Saturday, which is not really a problem as everything is already packed. I am sorta glad I don't have furniture that I have to carry upstairs. When I buy it, I will have it delivered and they can bring it up stairs. I definitely like that idea better than lugging it up myself.
As is my usual bent, I spent some time on the phone with my buddy Will in Omaha who tells me I should just put his whole name out there. I just like to refer to my friends by a nom de guerre as part of my writing style and to protect their privacy somewhat. The point being, Will sent me more stuff he thought I would find of interest. The first being the following photo...
...which I fucking love as well as this political Foamy episode. Then there is this photo which proves someone has way too much time on their hands:
During my conversation with Will, I asked him if he had "fucking weird" as one of his tags in Stumble Upon, which is where he comes up with a lot of this stuff. He said no, but then added weird as a tag (for some reason Stumble Upon does not consider the adjective "fucking" to be a valid tag) and this is the result:
Another sign that I am following some larger plan than I am cognizant of. The store I will be working at is on the SW corner of a major intersection just east of downtown Fort Worth. My apartment is one block west and half a block north from the store. On the SE corner of the same intersection is large square structure. Turns out it is a large Gay bar and I am moving into a neighborhood showing every sign of the start Gay gentrification with a heavy dose of multi-cultural influence. This pretty much means I will not have to search out the boys in the band, they are already in the 'hood and party next door. This greatly increases the odds of Uncle Gerry getting laid some time in the coming passage of time. Especially if more of those little Hispanic Hotties keep smiling in my face as they come through the store. I did a small walking tour yesterday to check out the area immediately surrounding the store. Although I grew up near here, it has been many years since I have lived in this neighborhood so I wanted to check it out. There was lots of foot traffic and friendly people out and about. You can see the tell tales of the coming gentrification with the single and partnered gays walking their dogs and doing the jogging thing singly or in pairs. There is Sycamore Park just south of the store where I learned to swim at the public pool providing a nearby place for outdoor activities and the major intersection where the store sits is a public transportation transfer point. Three miles to the west is the main Terminal for the T (what they call the transportation system here in Fort Worth) and the old T & P Railroad Terminal, one of those grand nineteenth century cavernous granite and marble structure which sits next to the equally grand Main Post Office at the foot of Houston Street where it crosses Lancaster Avenue which is the street the store is on. I will get pictures after I get situated in my new place and find where I packed the camera. Moving day is Saturday, which is not really a problem as everything is already packed. I am sorta glad I don't have furniture that I have to carry upstairs. When I buy it, I will have it delivered and they can bring it up stairs. I definitely like that idea better than lugging it up myself.
As is my usual bent, I spent some time on the phone with my buddy Will in Omaha who tells me I should just put his whole name out there. I just like to refer to my friends by a nom de guerre as part of my writing style and to protect their privacy somewhat. The point being, Will sent me more stuff he thought I would find of interest. The first being the following photo...
...which I fucking love as well as this political Foamy episode. Then there is this photo which proves someone has way too much time on their hands:
During my conversation with Will, I asked him if he had "fucking weird" as one of his tags in Stumble Upon, which is where he comes up with a lot of this stuff. He said no, but then added weird as a tag (for some reason Stumble Upon does not consider the adjective "fucking" to be a valid tag) and this is the result:
Americans Are So Weird
The Facebook of Genesis
Adding and Subtracting
Beer Pitcher Chug
The House of Bones
The Phone Book of Fail
The Facebook of Genesis
Adding and Subtracting
Beer Pitcher Chug
The House of Bones
The Phone Book of Fail
Then I found the following video that does not fit in the "fucking weird" category, rather the title says it all:
Unbelievable
That just about covers my first full twenty four hours back in Texas except for the time I took to select all these hot guys waiting right below this paragraph to strut their stuff as this weeks edition of Tuesday's Temptations is set to rock your world or at least inspire a boner or two. Until next time as always, Enjoy!
1 comment:
congratulations on your new apartment.
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