Archive for July, 2007
names changed to protect the innocent
Jul 25th
tim: hey. didnt hear from you yesterday, everything cool?
p: yeah everything is cool. seems like i’ve had something going on every night this week. usually a lot [of] drinking involved.
tim: live fast and leave a pretty corpse kind of thing?
p: i dunno how pretty the corpse is gonna be but yeah i’ve been in the fast lane for a while now it seems…
tim: u go, boy!
p: i’ve been trying to stay the fuck home but shit keeps coming up. tonight i’m staying home after the gym though & doing laundry.
tim: nothing like lack of clean underwear to reel in the reckless.
p: that and the desire to stop making an ass out of myself in public. i think i made out with a old friend in from out of town last nite…
p: he’s not gay & didn’t know i was till last nite…
tim: so how do two supposedly straight guys end up making out with each other?
Running Log
Jul 24th
Dare I say, that 8-miles are becoming almost routine? Only four months ago, I would have recoiled in horror at the thought of having to sustain a running pace for eight-miles.
Now as I wound my way through the darkened streets of D.C., along the shimmering waters of the Potomac, swinging around the Jefferson Memorial, the straight-line run down the National Mall, noting with bemusement a game of flag-football being played in the dark by a bunch of guys wearing glow sticks for headbands, and a football wrapped in luminscent tape sailing through the dark sky. Reaching the Capitol, I veer left and head up Massachusetts Ave towards home. And it was rather… fun. I didn’t struggle at all, and instead had a wonderful evening run.
Three months and some…
Jul 23rd
It was with unexepected, but yet expected shock that I noted on my Countdown Calendar that I have just little over three months before I’m supposed to bid D.C. farewell and Make My Way Westward.
Gosh. I’ve gotten so little done in terms of preparations for my move. I kept thinking I had plenty of time to get around to them. Now that “plenty” is looking more like “inadequate” with every passing day.
I’m so going to get started on this shit. Tomorrow.