Author: cheerfulchaotic

Well, it seems I will be in town this weekend after all.

Gay pagan event + gaygamer meetup made the decision.

It didn’t hurt that the monday vacation means I’ll be able to attend straight gaming =)

There may also be an opportunity to hang out with a particular attractive gentleman this weekend.

Maybe next month I’ll have as good or better travel options for my federal holiday.

Well,

I have a belly.

Not a big belly, but still.

My 32w pants are tight, and leave me with a small but undeniable overhang. (keep in mind that my bones probably haven’t grown much from the time my 30w pants were a little loose).

I don’t doubt I can avoid going up pants sizes while retaining waistline comfort, but it will require sacrificing certain extra-curriculars. Or at least cutting back a bit.

I’d have to do more cardio. The past few months, I’ve been erratically lifting, and barely aerobicizing outside my 10 minute warm ups before the lifting. and have talked about the chicago Marathon in October. I have no doubt I could train up to it.

I’d have to watch what I eat. Going back to veganism (most of the time) wouldn’t be a bad plan. Most cheese is fat with a little protein. It is tasty. (I do like me some brie and crackers). I need to curtail my portion size. Eating until stuffed is a dumb thing I do all the time. (restaurants around here make that very easy.) Eating healthy outside my kitchen is also muy tricky.

In practical terms, I’d have to cook for myself so much more. Which means cooking lunch a night or two ahead of time for work days or slapping together a sandwich each morning.

In truth, I could stand to cut back quite a bit from my WoW time. I’d be happier and healthier if I spent more time at the gym. And my cooking skills aren’t bad, but I could stand to expand my repertoire quite a bit.

MLK day is coming up. I may celebrate it by checking out vancouver or visiting toronto. We’ll see what shows up on travelzoo.com next wednesday. But there were hearteningly cheap fares, for this weekend.

Central problems with vancouver trip: I know no one there and it’s very expensive. But new place, and west coast!

Also maybe portland. Never been, heard great things.

So, I’m trolling okcupid.com again. The gayer/more explicitly sexual websites, not so much. But, whatever.

And today I got messaged by a kid who has alot of growing to do. At least in dating terms. You see, he wants to find true love. And cuddle alot. And just love his boyfriend, whoever that ends up being. And he’s so tired of all the cheats and fakes out there, and all the time he’s spent along the way. At the ripe old age of 17. Also, he’s a state away and he “likes” me, based only on my profile (including some dated pictures). I think I might have been there at some point. No, check that, I’m 90% certain I _was_ there (or, you know, somewhere like that) at some point. A linguistics student from MIT named Nathan comes to mind. (Let’s not even discuss my first trip to NYC at age 19).

I told him I preferred someone a little closer to my age, no offense intended (which happens to be true, if not all of what was going through my head). I wish there were some way I could have told him something more helpful. But sometimes, people just need to figure shit out for themselves. Good luck, kid.

I think I was propositioned for a stealth date today while I was at work, but I’ll find out soon. “Let’s get together to hang out and talk about X, Y, etc, etc. sometime soon.” Where neither X nor Y are romantic type topics, but I wonder.

I think I prefer west coast directness. Though midwestern self-containment is definitely ingrained in me.

I don’t remember who on here I have to thank for this one, but thank you.

PS, I still plan on going to the gym tomorrow morning.

So, on Christmas Eve, Mike, and I went out to Long Life Vegihouse. In addition to the psycho homeless guy who’d made death threats to angie at her place of work making an appearance and us sicking the cops on him, I got a fortune cookie.

The fortune contained therein said “Your goal will be met in two months.”

I think this means I have to put much effort into the bay area job hunt over the next 57 days or so. I mean, what else could it possibly mean? =)

Waiting for my ride at sfo. Glad to be here even if only for a week, and a little bit anxious about how the first few days will go while so many of my friends are elsewhere, but I am here and will make it work.

And after I’m done painting myself into the corner, I like to survey the wet paint and mope. Not that it’s really my goal, but it seems to work out that way. This post is already enough self-indulgent whining that I’m not going to elaborate. Nor am I going to let people post cheering comments. Neener.

Up til midnight playing video games. Then 4 meetings ate my work day. Finally, I went to a recognition ceremony for a volunteer program. I am so tired. Where is my masseur?