because we are very ugly people with little interests.

Because photos excite and I pray that these don't do the polar opposite. And also because good company, food and drink and perhaps a very very lousy excuse to start taking too many photos is all that anyone really needs.


Bad camwhoring...


Done right! Revealing horrible, horrible eyebags.


Lettuce soup in a martini glass.


More food pr()n.


Taking pictures of food is really an excuse for having the camera on standby to camwhore.




Foie Gras and Wagyu Beef.


Which didn't satisfy him, apparently. Prick.


Clearly, I've petrified him.


Un drunken, but still managing to look plenty gay.




Clearly, I need to cease certain obsessions and direct my energies into discovering different passions, instead of conducting monologues to an active audience which numbers as much as my left hand can count.

Already I feel crusty. Meh. Maybe I'll walk in the rain, if it rains tomorrow.