| Who's house? |
[Mar. 16th, 2005|09:35 am] |
RUNS House!
I got my bike tuned up yesterday. 8125 miles last year. Wore out the back tire. I need new rubber but the rear is $253 and the fron another buck-thirty. I have more important things to spend my money on now .
I didn't get to ride yesterday because I didn't get home till like midnight, so when I got up way early this morning (I wonder why am I getting up so early these days? What could have caused this change in my lifestyle?) I had time to blast out a quick 20 min ride before work. She seems much more flickable and the cold air (~42 F) in combination to the good lovinig she got in Lawrenceville (it seems as though there's much love in the ATL these days) made her very peppy. After cruising to the bridge to get the juices nice and warm we had a spirited ride back toward the house. At the 4 way after stopping to smell the flowers and listen to that very sexy purr, I had a VERY nice trip thru the first 3 gears. Full throttle and kissing 13,000 3 times left me breathless and travelling 115 m.p.h. over a nice little ridge. Shifting up thru 4th, and 5th put the engine back to 8k or so and the mile back down Chandler Silver was over far too quickly. I really love living out in the country where this type of riding is available only at the end of my street, but I'm more that willing to trade up for an Athens address. I went to look at a house today before work, but it's kinda blah and it's 3BR. I really dont' wanna pay too much, especially for blah, but it did have a HUGE fenced backyard. |
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| You know you have a problem when... |
[Mar. 16th, 2005|10:39 am] |
My phone chirped at me that I had some voicemail on my way to work today. Last evening I actually went home after work for a bike ride and some working out.
ANYWAY, I remembered a minute ago and used the lab phone to retrieve them. I had 6 messages. SIX!!!
They were:
Judy
Pat
JT
Paul
Brad
An unknown caller whose entire message was just an utterance of the F-bomb. It was probably JT.
I immediately thought, Pete, you are ditching your friends. I am very scared of losing my old familiar grip on life. On the other hand, my not being around to answer the phone really has nothing to do with my newfound happiness. SIX messages. Jeez. Tonight is dedicated to zombies, so I'm at least in battle stance against this foe. Also, JT has already pledged his effort in making sure I "keep it real". However here is a public declaration. If you ever see Pete doing anything buster-ish or falling back from my responsibilities as the one true Pete, just slap me up side the head and make sure I represent. |
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| ROOMATE WANTED!!! |
[Mar. 16th, 2005|03:30 pm] |
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I want to move back into town. Here are my list of demands. Fenced yard, preferably a large one. That's really the only deal breaker. I would like to move into a real house in a real neighborhood. This means I want a roomate to help split a rent that is gonna live somewhere around $800 for a 3BR deal. Also this roomate would have to be a dog person. I am a clean person, not even at home that much, so it should be a pretty deal for somebody out there. If you know anybody, PLEASE contact me. I'd like to move soon, and there are tons of places that fit this bill, but I need my roomate first. Now get out there and find this person for me. |
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