So, my roommate Noah & I share an apartment. His room has no shared wall with another tennant. Mine, alas, does.

That would be OK if the guy who lives next door didn't have his bed against the wall that we share, as do I. With the way the rooms are set up, you have to have a bed against that wall or you can't walk around in the room, much less open the sliding glass window onto the patio area.

And this guy has a . . . very active sex life. Yeah, yeah . . . good...

bigmoochie

My roommate, Noah, was reading about civet coffee yesterday. Why? I haven't the slightest. I likes me some coffee now & then (I'm more of a tea & beer man) but civet is really just disgusting. It comes from Sumatra (Noah read me the whole description) & is not actually harvested from the tree/bush the coffee cherries (I did not know they were called "cherries" on the tree) grow on. No, they wait until the civet cat, a rare kitty, indigenous to Sumatra, eats the cherries...

bigmoochie

I met a girl!

I hadn't been surfing in almost a year so I decided it was time I went out to work on my chops. So, I put my board in my truck, grabbed my wetsuit, & headed out to my faborite surfing beach (yes, I'm keeping it a secret).

I've always freeballed it in a wetsuit or pair of board shorts &, even though I'm fairly shy, I'm confident (or exhibitionistic) enough to put my suit on standing by my truck, changing in front of God & everybody....

bigmoochie