The Naturist and The Ghetto

Almost one complete day of living with Nature Boy and I'm still alive and fully clothed. It is way too strange... I've thought about whether or not I'd ever put myself in this situation again. Hmm... yeah, I just don't see it happening. EVER! Thank gawd he covers his twigs and berries with his hands whenever he faces me.

Another thing I realized. My apartment is in the ghetto. Okay, it's not extremely ghetto. But let's just say I'm a long way from Irvine. I'm in a big Portuguese neighborhood and I don't know if it's just the heat, or the weekend, but it seems like half the neighborhood is hanging out right outside my window until the wee hours of the morning.


Again... this has the makings of a very interesting summer.