So last we spoke,
my darling clicksters, I was about to leave my southern lions

for some northern wolves.

But I kept my cool, and just told myself

and at least it won't be so damned hot anymore.

I moved in with Molly
which looks like a little bit of this

and a whole lot of this

and i'm back in Chelsea with my Gays where I belong

and my apartment is a place of fairy love, a bohemian rhapsody, if you will.
We Call It The Honey Pot.
My room looks kind of like this
And our living room actually does look like this

And I usually make breakfast like this

Oh and we have a
*ahem, anyone who knows me, knows that this is unprecedented, ahem*
MOTHER FUCKIN' KITYY
I present to Y'all

Sir Dizzy Rascal
he enjoys scratching furniture, panic, shoelaces, turkey bacon

and watching American Dad with me
And when we come home from our long days of creative thinking
we have a safe haven to grab a cigarette

and do something along the lines of this

other than that,
me, myself and the steal minds of lofty intellectual pursuit and soft palate-d thoughts of grandeur that surround me...
well, we're tackling our futures

with a vengance

from some hell you saw in a David Lynch film one time.

My dreams look like this right now.

But even though I'm trés occupied and in a land far away right now,
my phone is always on my darlings,
(and i always answer it in this position)

Something I learned from my dear friend Matthew Taylor

So for Tonight, Goodnight from New York City
Hey! Amazing pics, fantastic inspiration.
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