In which FHC discovers that his doggie is actually a hyena cub

My natural lifestyle (napping, binging, purging, watching Al Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon, chatting with my imaginary dog) is completely in adapted to this time of the year. I actually pretty much hate Spring (one could easily argue that I hve been saying that about all seasons but what would be the point?) because, among other things, thousands of gay jeeps appear on 17^th street, there is allergens in the air and therefore I get puffy eyes, I have nothing to wear, Spring is for slim people (while I feel ravenous for carbohydrates as usual) and trout fishing, there is more crimes against gay people in Spring, LL is more likely to be unfaithful in Spring, I receive more hate mail in Spring and you are expected to get a healthy preppy tan asap. That’s why out of guilt, I took the Gs and Kevin D. on a road trip (in a mini convertible as if we looked too masculine or something) to Alexandria yesterday which included a repulsive meal at Freddie’s beach bar, many jokes on my mastery of English and a stop at Trader’s Joe and went a one hour long jogg through Arlington this Sunday.

On a last note, the picture of Olliver that LL posted yesterday gave me nightmares, the coverboy of the week is not only scary but he wrote that Tintin was a young Englishman and I am not sure what’s more stressful having to throw a diner on Wednesday or getting ready for spending almost a week in Cyprus with my father’s family in less than two weeks.

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Meanwhile, today I visited a real puppy (Bug) and cruised Christopher Street pier for about 30 minutes without any success at all.