Whoa. S'been awhile since I've written. Much has happened. Where to start? I'm at a loss.

Let's see, I've ridden over 120 miles on the bike since last I wrote, hiked almost 20 miles (saw a wild turkey!), saw Harry Potter (mildly disappointing), won a few dart games, dyed my hair Burgundy, went to an Indians game, got drunk three times, discovered I think I might like a guy, and bought some really kick ass Dickies pin-stripe pants and a bitchin Sex Pistols t-shirt.

And no, I'm not trying to gloss over the fact that I think I like a guy. I'm amazed myself. What is my world coming to? What happened to my bitter attitude toward relationships? What happened to my hundreds of good reasons on why they just arent't worth it? Hmmm?

Well, give me a cute guy with an excellent sense of humor who is very obviously interested and apparently all my bullshit goes out the window.

And I'm thinking this guy is probably all wrong for me, but if I actually managed to find one that wasn't all wrong for me I wouldn't be interested anyway. And no, I'm not betting much on this hand, no big investments or anything.

However, I can't help myself from diving recklessly for my cell phone every time it rings, knocking over everything and everyone who gets in my way. God, I'm sad.

I guess we'll see what happens, yeah? This might be fun, and though I've checked for bumps and cuts once or twice, I'm pretty sure I haven't taken a major blow to the head recently, so I suppose I should just go with it, right?

I hate this.