I'm surrounded by beautiful-looking people, all my age. All Jesus kids. They're making my skin crawl. They're having some talk about ways that Jesus saves and how to spread His word. Before I left Pittsburgh there was a Crime Thinc convergence -- a few hundred smelly anarcho kids with bad ideas about what's there's and why they deserve it, ( Read more... )

Great job at the Milk race! I saw Steve and Ryan finished Top 10. I must admit I'm a little jealous. Babes love upgrade points! My excitement to race 'cross, which seems surprisingly popular on the left half of the state, is building. Only six weeks to go! In January and February, Steve and I created "Friday Night Fast," thirty-plus-mile ( Read more... )

I'm moving out to Dillon on July 29. Excited, a little scared.

One more presentation to go and I'm done. It's at six tomorrow night, Monday -- it's 8:30, Sunday night, and I haven't started yet. But I'm at the library, so that's a start. Like everything else, it will get done. I'll be in New Jersey for about a week, getting everything in order to spend the summer out West: car inspected, new driver's ( Read more... )

Soon I'm going to have four degrees: undergraduate degrees in journalism and sociology and master's degrees in elementary and early childhood education. How about that. My walls will be as decorated with diplomas as they will be with punk show fliers. I'm going to New Jersey for a week next week. Me and Elizabeth -- the girl I was once engaged ( Read more... )

Good weather's always put a damper on my "productivity" -- after six years of college, it's worse than ever. I put off papers to do thirty miles with Steve yesterday and messengered instead of studied this afternoon. Last night, around seven, before the Pirates season-opener, I walked down to the Quick Stop to get some milk to make a protein ( Read more... )

So road racing is the new cool thing for me. Me, Steve, and Ted raced the Cat. Four/Five Mengo Creek Rally yesterday. Thirty-three rolling miles in Washington County, south of Pittsburgh. Steve crushed it and finished second. He made a crazy break less than five miles in and held it. Sick. I finshed fourteenth out of forty. I'll take it for ( Read more... )

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I got in a pretty shitty bike wreck on my way to work on Friday at 6:15 in the morning. I sprained my right ankle, right wrist, and bruised my left knee. I thought my bike, the Cervelo, of course, was going to be in three pieces -- it flipped about thirty feet down Brereton Avenue. My only explanation for this crash is that I think I fell asleep ( Read more... )

Back to Montana! Bellhop! By my birthday! So drunk! So high! At Matty's place! Elise is dating some fucking joke! Matty and I can only laugh -- that's what I tell me!