Emmer wuz here.

I have so much to say but am to busy to post and my thoughts are going a mile a minute.

The past couple weeks, I've been out boating. I've officially become one with the water [minus the ability to swim part]. I have many, many pictures to post, and I'm burned beyond recognition. I just adore being out on the open water, especially when I saw how many gorgeous men are out and about on the ocean.

A cousin of mine, Julius, from the Philippines is gallivanting about. His first stop, Germany, where is parents live, second, New York, third, me, then he's off to Washington, D.C., then to Chicago. I haven't seen him in over 10 years. I've cleaned my apartment from top to bottom and I am spent. I know him as Bogart, which was his nickname as a child. I'm not sure if he still goes by that nickname. I have a nickname, too, and whenever I'm around family members, they still address me by my nickname and it's quite embarrassing.

I do recall as children, whenever my family visited the Philippines, Bogart and I were inseparable. Except for this one incident where he and I were watching the tele. Bogart got up to use the bathroom, put his ass in my face and you guessed it...He farted right in my face. I was livid. Totally disgusted. My beloved Bogart was just another gross little boy. I let out a scream, hit him, then ran to my mom,

"MOM, BOGART JUST FARTED IN MY FACE AND IT STUNK!"

My mom laughed. So did everyone in the room which made me even more upset. He got a minor scolding but I was scarred for life.

It's payback time.