Bikes: August 2009 Archives

The vampire says to the werewolf: "Maybe we need a bit of risky."

The werewolf says to the vamp: "We need to set some ground rules about guests. Like don't kill them."

Snicker.

So. In no particular order:

I cooked some chickpeas. I wore my Oscar T-shirt and, walking down the street, a guy stops me and in friendly manner requests a high-five because I am "Rockin' the Grouch."

I rode into town and back at approximately a million miles an hour. I helped a friend hang some blinds and picked up some T-shirts I'd tie-dyed with her a few days ago. I got back on the bike and raced over to the restaurant where I was meeting this cute boy. Sigh. Cute boy.

Cute boy and I ate food and then cupcakes in rapid succession and then hopped on our bikes. He said I could come stay if I wanted, though he'd just moved that day and his apt was a mess. I declined. Not because I didn't want him, but because I was all sweaty, and I feel that a person's first night in a new apt should be spent solo. For the human-apartment bonding. I didn't explain my reasoning, I just called "good night" as I turned left, away from him.

Then of course I regretted it, because, you know - cute boy.

PS. Those lines of dialogue come from Being Human, which is effing brilliant, like so much of what's on BBC America.

I eat and I eat and I eat, and then in half an hour I am hungry again, and the cat comes over to say hello and perch at my shoulder.

Thankfully she is not perching on my shoulder, as it is hot(ish) and she is furry.

I got this hungry by dint of sprinting 15 miles this morning, then another 8 or so, then the last 7 or so home. So. Tired.

So tired that I had to stop at every light to drape my upper body over the handlebars. So tired that even my friend (boy) said I looked tired, and usually he says something a little nicer, like that I look about 12 in my Oscar T-shirt.

He looked adorable, by the way. In case anybody is asking.

I had a funny day. I did so much riding, and then a bit of hanging out with friends who were equally tired (nobody slept last night, it seems), so that we were a roving yawnfest with very interesting bicycles. It was fun.

I realized today that the odd, confusing situation I am in (with regard to boys) happens to be exactly what I need. It reflects my emotional weather forecast, which is rather unsettled and not quite this thing or the other. It's not necessarily comfortable, but it's certainly interesting. And it's fun. Sometimes it's a lot of fun.

It's strange that I needed to give myself permission to not know what I want. And once I did that, I felt better. Why we think we always have to have so much taped down and clear, I don't know.

Sometimes life is just a muddle, and sometimes that's fine. It's like having your good angel and your devilish angel having a party above both shoulders. Occasionally you get kicked in the head (by accident), but the music they make is really entertaining.

PS. I found the pocketcam I want, but it's twice what I was expecting to spend, so I am going to sit on that for a while and ponder.

PS2. Oh my lord. How can it be possible? I am starving again.