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June 29, 2005 11:33 AM
Been five days of truck hell, and I've felt absolutely no motivation to write. But yesterday I got the truck back and though I don't trust it at all now, I've begun to drive it and try to reestablish the trust that makes any good relationship work. It'll take time I know, but I can forgive her I guess, but I'll never forget. $2500 in a week and a half and I still think she's seeing someone - no wait, its ONLY A TRUCK! Oh yea.

I've a few pictures for you today. We went bicycling today and took the camera so that you could see a little of the Cache La Poudre river that flows out of the Rocky mountains through Ft Collins on the way to god knows where.

Here I am carrying my bicycle helmet having riden the clown bike three miles along a beautiful bike path that meanders alongside the Poudre river. I've turned my hips with a half twist to the upper torso, which is supposed to make me look more svelte (sp?), skinny.

I like the pipe across the river so there. I hate the blue shirt b ut I'm out of clothes, and I'm too lazy to wash any.

Above left and right. That's me trying to get a good replacement picture for match.com and yahoo personals. On the right, my normal after workout attire and position. Book, pre nap or post nap - looks about the same.

On the left is the spyder my brother bought that attaches permanently to your laptop to control what you can browse on the laptop. It can sense nakidity and bad thoughts and shuts of the laptop. So, that means no laptop for me, since those are all of my internet food groups.

But what about the dates and the truck? Oh those. OK, you chickies and chicklets. I'll be concise, as your time is precious, I know.
Truck - problem original and all others - body of the carburetor was coming unscrewed from it's pieces inside, letting air suck in and stall the engine at speed. The backfiring and jerkiness that accompanied said air leak caused the pin in the distributor to shear. These problems equal completely broken truck. All is repaired now they say, but as I said above, I DON'T believe it. I think my lusting in my heart has finally caused the first of many catestrophic events to unfold. I seriously doubt that I will ever see the wet dripping skies of my Eugene again. So only this website will remain to mark the spot - undoubtly in Wyoming, where only a large oil stain will mark the trucks passing into the underworld of broken parts, broken hearts and half realized dreams that is Wyoming.

Dates - well, well well, you hard hearted cold women (and you know who you are) will no doubt take great pleasure in lack of carnal delight that has followed me to Colorado. Here, all the school children are above average, all the women skinny and I, well I'm me, and for the last long while that's just not enough, or too much. As you might recall for an earlier post, Date number two, hitherto called the tow truck date, took one look at the trailer park and me and the tow truck and kissed my ass goodbye (I wish). No just a gentle rejection that will serve as a template for other rejections yet to come.
Date number three was a meeting in a beautiful sculpture park in Loveland - did you know Loveland Colorado has, by a factor of ten, more brass foundries than anywhere else in the world? The meeting yielded good talk and some very nice groping. She remembered her boyfriend in a fonder sense over the next few days and we are exchanging email platonically and she may become a friend as time goes on.

I was winked at a few days ago by this lady, see the pic below, and we are scheduled to meet after the fourth of July at her convenience. Meanwhile, date three reawakened the sleeping lizard of my ravenous libido and has made me slightly crazed. Let's see. I'm woozy from the weight lifting and bicycle riding, I'm horney from reawakened chemical reactions that threaten my sanity, and the truck is totally unreliable. I'm just PEACHY, how are you?

Remember chicklets, it's perfectly OK to write me an anonymous email and I'll include it a post along with my drivel. Maybe there is something you would like to confess that would unruffle your feathers? If not could it be that you are just well adjusted, sexually replete and peachy keen in all respects? Are you JUST FINE? tell the chickens, they are your people.

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