Wondering

Why isn't it nice out yet?

Gone for the weekend.

I'm going back to Canada this weekend.

I suppose that's about all I have to say about things right now.

The new state of things:

Psych! Charlie still hates me. It appears the only changes have occured in my amount of hair and pain in my wrist.

UNFUCKINGDEAD

I miss Decatur. Dwain, Charlie and I are holding it down but there is no spice out here quite like the Jamaican restaurant we used to live above.

Missing

Has anyone seen this blog? It sucks. You know why? Because I'm the only one that writes in it.

I dont even know.

632 is undead, cyclocross is over, and the zombie horde approaches

Eva is right the weather has been shit. She is again right in pointing out that Dwain and my self do have to deal with it a lot. What she did fail to point out is mine and Dwain's complete lack of grace when it comes to dealing with dealing with the weather.

In other news I am mourning the end of my cyclocross season. Naturally for many the season is only starting to come to a close but when you live in NYC the options for cross are limited and generally a pain in the ass to get too.

So peace out cyclocross


Its time to get back out on to the road.

632 is not dead

...we've all just slumped into seasonal depression.

The weather presents a big obstacle for us. While Dan and Dwain have to deal with it all day and a lot more than me, lately, every morning for all of us is a big bitch fest after we've checked Accuweather.com/weather.com (the latter of the two happens to be my resource of choice) and announced the news to the entire apartment (and probably building).

I fucking detest this weather. Mostly just because I can't deal with inconsistency. If it were at least 18 degrees EVERYDAY, I would definitely be more ok with that. I own great wool socks and windproof leggings that I would be more than happy to wear when prompted. Everyday it's a different story. Today it's 60 degrees and humid. Where am I? What is this, Miami? I don't even know how to dress for this weather.

It's also annoying because the weather's complete lack of routine and predictability means I have to carry all kinds of clothing so as to be prepared for whatever weather. Tomorrow it's probably going to snow. This is not based on any weather report I read, but rather my own personal weather prediction based on Murphy's Law which enables me to be ready for whatever shit does or does not fall from the sky.

Maybe it is just that swollen college degrees are in effect... We all know that many schools have dumbed down the curriculumns and a certain amount of grade inflation has gone on. This has probably enabled a lot of less qualified meteorologists to be working to incorrectly predict our weather. So maybe the truth of the problem is that the education system is faulted and everyone is staying dumber rather than better at telling me if it is going to rain or not. Or it could just be that we've ripped open a huge hole in the o-zone that is slowly but surely destroying the world, starting with what used to be called "seasons".

Thank God it isn't raining.

Reading the news is almost always a depressing endeavor. Someone is always up to no good, or someone is getting killed, or more horrible things are happening to someone. Last night reading the news really got me down, and I started drinking tall's of Coors. What headline was it that had me so distraught I could only turn to drinking? It wasn't a headline at all, but in fact the weather report, or should I say summer's obituary. It said nothing but rain, and cold weather all day, possibly even snow. Snow? Yes, Snow. Fuck snow. It's cold and powdery but isn't something you can put up your nose so I'm not sure what to do with it honestly, especially when it winds up in big piles near my stoop. I also am never sure how to dress, and waterproofing for my lower extremities, is at an all time low. Forcing me to generally be cold and wet from the waist down on a day as today was supposed to be. Something did however work out very well, and that is the fact there's no rain today, or tomorrow, or this week at all for that matter. Thank the pale ghost of jesus christ for that one. The flip side; fuck weather.com for making me think my day was going to suck ultra hard, when it will in fact just be similar to that of yesterday which wasn't really very bad at all except for being overworked dude to shorthandedness.

On other issues, Dan is still somewhere not in America, and I kind of miss him despite trying to not miss him. What can I say, I'm kind of attached.

The apartment hunt is going slowly. I hate people who hate me and dont want to give me things such as an apartment, which isn't even a gift but a rental, which I would gladly pay for. A smaller room is going to be smaller in a bad way.

I enjoy Philly, but I feel that it's overall bad for my health. The people however are pretty fucking rightous with me.


My bike feels drag ass. It could be me but I blame the bike.

Six Three Two might not be at 632 for much longer...

Looking for an apartment has been lame. New York sucks because we're always fighting for space. It's expensive.

Charlie was crying mad loud for food, which is annoying, especially now that Dwain has taken to just responding to her with even louder meows. They are more alike than Dwain likes to admit.

I wonder when Dan is coming back...

I think I am going to get a tattoo soon. Probably.