Sometimes

Sometimes you see someone so gorgeous that you have to wonder if you're the only person that sees just how hot they are.

Sometimes you meet someone so handsome that in addition to losing your breath, you find your insecurities and neuroses gone as well. You feel compelled, as if someone else is controlling you limbs and your mouth, to make them yours.

Sometimes the person who you completely struck out with a year ago still gazes at you with a look that could almost be described as longing. Or curiosity that you inflate to longing.

Sometimes there's the one guy that barely rates above the same old crowd, so you convince yourself he's hot so you have someone to watch all night.

Sometimes this lasts for a year till you realize he's a schmuck and a player.

Sometimes it's muscles making up for the face.

Sometimes he has a cocksure macho attitude that is fortunately overridden by the thought that he'd be the type not to take no for an answer in bed.

quickly, lamely

As if they could read my mind tonight, the Tea Lounge broke their longstanding rule of playing utterly sucky music, and instead put on Postal Service. Maybe I don't need to open a coffeeshop with good music after all. Or perhaps I do.

You think so?

Light on the postings for a while here, sorry all. Looking for a place to live (again) and I'm trying to remain tactful, so better not to post for a bit. Nobody likes drama even if it's true. Well, you shouldn't, anyway.

Second term agenda item no. 1

Do nothing about this. Kinda like nothing was done about Sept 11th.

Back back back

So the road trip was all I hoped it would be. Lots of road, my control-freakery had an outlet in doing most of the driving, and not one incident involving a cop the whole way, even though we were driving a Jetta that got up to 90 without a smidge of hesitation. Nice, nice, nice. The weather was mild, and it was, as they say, all good.

I then spent a week in Austin, the old hometown, mostly stuck in the suburban sprawl with chain restaurants, chain hardware stores, chain gas stations, chain bookstores, and big box monstrosities. Really horrendous, and sprawling ever more. There were entire neighborhoods that had sprung up on empty fields in the space of a year. Can anyone say real estate bubble? Say it with me. I watched cable for the first time in a year where I had control of the remote, and I know this is WAY behind the times, but Jeff Corwin is in the closet still. How he gets away with it nowadays is the real mystery.

And now I'm back, back to the f'in frigid, back to waiting to get called for work, back to trying to figure out where I am going to move. I'm getting sorta tired of it, really, but I don't see where else I could live besides the Brooklyn I love. Anyone got a cabin in the woods they want me to look after?

Quickly

Christ on a pushbike. I got back to New York Monday, and I'm leaving early tomorrow to help a friend drive the three days from Albany to Texas, because he has to start a new job there Monday morning. I'll be spending a week with my dad down there, eating more Tex Mex and bad food. Yay.

Also, my roommate informs me yesterday that he wants me to move out at the end of February because he wants to have the whole apartment to himself. I fucking hate moving, especially in New York. So I'm looking for something in Brooklyn. Perhaps a sublet of a studio or a one-bedroom. I'm getting really sick of roommates, understandably. If you live in New York and aren't a realtor (I can't swing the fee anytime soon) - let me know. Thanks a mil...