Like Christy Yamaguchi
This snow is killing this entire city. It took me almost two hours to get from I-5 Lake City Way exit to 125th, and the traffic from the Seahawks game from yesterday evening was still going on at 5am this morning. Nobody knows how to drive in it, myself included. I was just stuck at the Starbucks parking lot until some hottie in a Chevy came and offered to tow me out. I have no clue how I am going to get to work tomorrow night. The weather is supposed to be pretty cold tonight, which means the ice will most likely stay. Not good for my nightly commute.
Which brings up another realization: Guys treat conflict reparation much differently than women and gay men I notice. For example, when my roommate and I were stuck in the parking lot laughs and banter went to shit after a while and frustration set in. After a few words, the problem was overcome and things went on. With women and other gay men I know this shit lingers, and lingers, and comes back to bite you in the ass.
I ordered my jumpsuit almost two weeks ago, but won’t look nearly as hot as this guy does in it. Hopefully I’ll get it in time for it being useful.
Here’s some photos of my car at work the other night.


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