OMG. Where have I been? Where have YOU been? I swear, this poor blog is NE. Glec. Ted. I don’t even know what that means. Srsly, tho. I wanted to check in. Our big post-holiday Holiday Party is tomorrow. I am kinda excited, but more stressed. Also, I am totally sick. I hope it’s a cold and/or flu. So far that’s what it looks like, but I am prone to the Bronchitis. I swear I catch it if it is mentioned around me! But I am not trying to jinx anything. I have what I have. *cough*

I do hope I am not gonna still be sick for the party tho. We have some amazing people on the guest list. It would suck to be off at a friends house on the sick couch, missing the whole event. Most of the heavy work preparing was today. Tomorrow all I have to do is rest. I intend to rest. A book, a movie, whatever. You won’t pry me from the couch till it’s time to put on my face. Heh. And possibly an attitude. In fact my whole persona might just likely be totally fake. But I’ll look good. And I will be on cold meds. But I will be there. At my party. Propped up in a corner. Oblivious.

Or at my friend’s house, the one I cannot name. Propped up on his couch. With his dog. Trying to get well, but knowing it is best my germs stay with me… While everyone is at my house partying. Sad. 

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Okay, this has nothing to do with the holiday. I realize this. However, doesn’t it remind you about how thankful you are to have eyes? Let’s take a moment, shall we? *sigh* This man has the dp.com seal of approval. (I think that would make a great tattoo, don’t you? Like my signature on an ass. Cabbage Patch-ish only pornier.)

You knew we were voting, right?! We are. For the new face crotch MAN of Armani A|X! There is no other choice! Wait, actually there is. There’s the guy clearly missing ribs. He’s not that cute. Ew. Then there’s the shaved headed guy. He’s hawt in that come-and-do-me kinda way… Ooh er! Come on tho! Ryan is clearly the hawtest, total package kinda guy. He has hair, a great face, all his ribs (I have a friend that counted), and the mystery of the less revealing black briefs. Exciting! So you have to take 2.2 seconds to register. Don’t you want pretty ads in your magazines? Go vote! 

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Here at dp.com we try to follow some basic hygiene ideals/rituals each day. It helps with feeling one’s best and staying… well, pretty. Right. Gay. I am gay, so it’s appropriate. I want to be pretty. Sue me. One thing I love to do is wash my face. Like most folk, right? Tonight it just wasn’t working out.

I had grabbed the washcloth hanging on the shower door like usual, I reuse it for a day or two, and started to get it all wet and soapy (I have a bit of the OCD as you may already know, and would never splash water on my face from the faucet because most of it ends up on the counter and mirror). Anyhoo, I suddenly have that moment where I recall that the washcloth I grabbed was soiled (my handy OCD again), so I hang it back up, since it was wet and dug out another from the bathroom drawer. Richard was already in bed, so I was doing this by the light of the teeny night light. I got the fresh washcloth wet and soapy and began washing my face. As I rubbed and scrubbed, I thought I smelled citrus. I looked down and noticed odd coloring on the washcloth. I turned on the bathroom light. It was then that I realized that I had just washed MY FACE with the dust-rag. The stained black Pledge smelling rag. Apparently SOMEONE that lives here had washed it with regular laundry and put it away with regular laundry. A dust-rag never really comes clean! Ew. Ew. Ew. I threw it into the shower.

I gave up on the luxury of any washcloth and reached under the sink for a roll of paper towels. The last safe option. I still feel a bit waxy. I think my skin is drying out too. And I still smell citrus.

What other items were washed with that nasty thing?? Bath towels? Dish towels? OMG! I am going to wash every towel we own this weekend.

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Don’t you hate it when you lie on one side of your head too long and it makes your face hurt? I must have been tired. Funny, I didn’t think I slept well at all last night.

And if I was tired I can only imagine how those delivery men from yesterday must feel. We were the last delivery of the day. I could see it in their faces when they looked up at our tall skinny house and asked where the furniture was going and I replied ‘to the top!’. The way they got that dresser up the stairs was nothing short of amazing…

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