Author: cheerfulchaotic

So, for those of you not aware, I’ve gone on several coffee-dates in squirrel hill. And a totally unscientific recall of the events leads me to believe that I’ve been stood up on roughly 1/3 of them.

So, anyway, this evening I talk to this totally cute kid who seems all eager to meet me. And he claims to have been vegetarian on his own initiative since he was 12. He has my attention. I head over to my place from hanging out with some friends prior to this. He’s standing out in front of the coffee shop (smoking, , but that’s not a big deal for a single evening). We chat for like a minute, I tell him I’m hitting my place to get some stuff done, and I’ll be right back. He says he’ll stay there. 10 minutes later, when I get back, less than 5 minutes after the start time of our date, he’s gone. I wait for fifteen minutes then blow the joint.

This shit never happenened in chicago. WTF?

I don’t really feel an overwhelming hunger. But anytime I stop thinking about it, I wander towards food, and start consuming. My six pack was also noticeably more visible this morning which makes me think “dehydration”, even though I wasn’t sweating much yesterday. All very strange. Plus I totally crashed last night. 9 plus hours of sleep.

Biking is cool =)

So, this morning I got up late, and it was raining, so I rolled over in bed, saying “screw it” in my head to the biking plans I’d made with Greg Plesur (roomie’s bf), Bill Racicot (Greg’s friend whom I met in Nov), and Brendan Hoar (friend of both Greg and Bill). The rain slacks off, I grumble and call them. They are nearing pamela’s (an upscale greasy spoon), and on their way to breakfast. They drive up with breakfast on their mind. I’m such a dork, I’m out there waiting with my bike, wearing my helmet =)

They agree to pretty much immediately go out biking. Once we get to the trail (20ish minutes drive away) the rain stops almost immediately. We bike for almost 2 hours, and cover 20 miles. It’s fun, if rather repetitive =) Big mud splatters all over our backs.

I go home, totally pig out on banana cake leftovers from my party. Discover how much I no longer like the spice cake. (It’s not bad, it’s just that the chocolate now tastes really bad to me). I nap briefly. Miss the gay skating group’s official start time by like 15 minutes. Oh well, there’s always three weeks from now (next time I’ll be able to make one of these things).

More nap at home, shower, change into clean clothes. Go to a dan&eric party. Have good time, have bill drive me back to the phillips house, geek out, should go home soon before I crash. I am sooooo tired. But in a good way.

Mailserver fall down go boom. Have livejournal. Have work mail. Have no personal mail. Am cranky today. Fortunately will be playing anti Orc sniper chick in roleplaying game later today. Much room for releasing agression.

It seems my roommate is now officially moving in with her boyfriend. I have mixed feelings on this. Regan’s pretty cool, but the pets in the apartment were getting on my nerves. And I want to renew my lease. That’s a first for me, but I’m cool with it. My only problem is going to be finding a roommate to keep things affordable. Off to the aclu =)

Cleaned the living room and my bedroom last night, got the chips, pretzel bits, fruit, juice, stuff for guac, baked a cake, still need to make sweet potato/black bean burritos, bake another cake, pick up hummus & pita from open flame or somewhere, ice both cakes, clean kitchen and bathroom. That should be doable, right? =)

Rising Stars is a superhero (or “special” as they’re called in this series) comic book series by J Michael Straczinski, who architected and wrote the majority of babylon 5. The first graphic novel compilation of it was great, though at the end it started to slide a bit. The second compilation continued the slide to the point where I felt it was only marginally better than Gen13 (ie, it started to suck, big time.) He starts to sacrifice entertainment quality for ideology. Audiences have a hard time appreciating your eminently sensible politics when they’re fighting to remain conscious.

spoilers alert

So how does the following sound as a blurb? (I can’t believe I agonize over such bits of verbage)

Do You Like To Swim?

We are starting a

pittsburgh swim team

for

gays, lesbians, bisexuals,

and friends of the community
open to all ability levels.

Interested? email differentstrokes@pobox.com for more information.

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12 hours of sleep (not including about an hour or so of waking up, eating, and falling back to sleep).

Then I got up this morning, and worked out prior to placing nose to grindstone. Now it is approaching lunch time, and I have much political economy foo to read, and am HuNgRy.