So a few weeks ago was the Naked bike Ride in buffalo and i dragged my lumpy pale self out and onto the bike for the first time in a year. Thank you joe, for your comittment to human powered conveyance. It was the most refreshing bike ride i have ever been on and i only want to ride naked from now on. Vagina on bike seat be damned! It was glorious to see so many people out there and everyone watching seemed delighted and supportive. It made me love Buffalo and brought warmth to my cold cold heart. The after ride nude party was equally delightful and splendidly drunken, wherein i demanded that all balls be placed on my face and i attempted (ineffectively) to snatch gold stars from some of these handsome young men. Girl can't help herself.

Sunday i returned home from a party a bit drinky and i plunked onto the futon on my porch for a cooling night breeze. It was then that i felt a lumpy cold item on my leg and flipped the blanket to reveal.... A lovely red plastic toy gun!! What a pleasure! Where did it come from? I had not laid a gun, i asked my neighbors and they had not. My friend chris had laid on the porch the night before, but it had not slipped from his pockets. WHERE DID IT COME FROM?
I fell asleep that night, clicking the little trigger jn my hands happily. ...
The next day i was on the futon again, this time in daylight when i folded back the porch blanket to reveal TWO MORE IDENTICAL RED GUNS. i was in sheer delight!!! The mystery continued until my friend Arden asked me if i got my prize. He had found them at a yard sale and thrown them up two floors to perfectly land on the futon. Thanks arden!!

For some readon when i post one photo it comes up three times and takes forever!!

Anyway, last weekend i went to Allen St Consulting's party because i am a very wealthy client and they handle all of my most delicate taxation affairs with discretion and ingenuity. Or, i like parties. I can't remember. It was fun though. I always enjoy making everyone motorboat my boobs and laying around on the floor playing with Paul's stomach. on the way there, i ran into a flower selling guy on the road and i said hello and he said i was lookin fine, "wish someone would buy me flowers, baby!" I exclaimed. He then walked over and gave me a rose for free. So if you're on Best Ave. buy roses from that guy.

I know you buffalo bitches don't want to ever visit rochester, but i'm telling you, SPRINGTIME IS MAGIC TIME. the whole world turns pink and dreamy, like a fluffy, fragrant vagina. Highland Park is a wonderland of petals and grinning people and me. It is impossible to capture in photo the sensation of walking on flowers and smelling flowers and being under flowers and eating flowers and talking about flowers and giving birth to flowers.

The world is on the cusp of bursting with fragrant pink blossoms. Highland Park is right by my house and is this lovely little gem of an Olmstead park and i love it so very much. In spring, the paths are paved with petals and wondering visitors trip along the paths and grin at each other and find blowjobs in the bushes and lay on blankets and look at the sky. Magical gift to be anle to plan a space that you will never get to see, that's why i love freeivk law olmstead.
It was the perfect way to end my sweaty work day that was interrupted by a quick fisting at the gyno office and blood work vampires