B & R

Just got home from bikes. I have been thinking about some one I shouldn't. Actually, it's okay that I am thinking of this person. What is not okay is that I am getting upset thinking about this person, and that is what I shouldn't be allowing to happen. It destroys me, but sometimes it also makes me smile inside.

Feeling this right now:

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Feeling this today.

Definite comfort food kind of day. Weather conditions are chilly and overcast. I went to Dude's Mag release party last night. It was alright. I just felt socially awkward, not unlike how I usually feel. I'm not really friends with that group; more acquaintances. Was super tired and left at midnight. Did buy a Fest ticket, but other than that, haven't been too motivated today.

Stolen wallet update

The detective handling my case in Chesterfield contacted me because he was able to get some pictures of the person who took my wallet and used my credit card and bank card.

Its frustrating because its a 50-ish black man. And the name on my card is obviously female.

The detective also told me that the Macy's loss prevention department contacted the cashier who rung up the first purchase, and she said that she knew it was wrong, but she was afraid and did it anyway. He was wearing a white lab coat and had a stethoscope around his neck. He told her she needed to just hurry up, this was his wife's card, and he needed to get back to the hospital. I hope that cashier is no longer working retail anywhere.

The detective also told me that he is working with a detective in St. Peters, where this perp is wanted in connection with similiar crimes out there. His M.O. is to break into cars. At first, I was adament that I had maybe dropped my wallet, but the more I think about it, maybe I had it on the passenger seat and the grocery bag on top. Then when I got out of the car, I just grabbed the bag, leaving the wallet in plain view on the seat. I also noticed that I couldn'd find the phone charger in the glove box. All the cords and LIFETIME and NOFX cd's are accounted for, but not the actual charger that plugs into the cigarette lighter. So maybe my car was the scene of the initial crime. I'm not certain, though.

Second race on Ex-Girlfriend

Second race on Ex-Girlfriend was the Eads Bridge Dualathon. The event was a 1.5 mile run across the Eads Bridge, then 10 miles bike, mostly along N Broadway, then 1.5 miles run back across the Eads Bridge.

I was mostly excited to run across the Eads Bridge, and the city had blocked the whole thing off just for us!

I wore bib #227, and I placed 4th in my age group and 15th or 16th overall female.

I wasn't too prepared for it, in that I didn't do anything special, just my normal workout routine. The morning was chilly and rainy. When we started the run at 9am, the clouds looked like they might start to clear, but instead it started to rain. I felt really good starting out. Just kept calm and stuck with my own pace. I did the first 1.5 miles in 13:22, which was just under a 9 minute mile pace. Rather slow, but the Eads Bridge is actually quiet an incline heading back to the Missouri side from the Illinois side.

It rained the whole time on the bike, which didn't bother me too much, but I was on my skinny racing bike tires. I averaged 16.9 miles per hour on the bike, which I was surpirsed I was that slow when I checked the results. I pedal on the levee in a 42 mile loop in two hours. I'm chalking it up to the rain. I'm glad I wore my windbreaker and racing gloves. I stayed warm and dry under my outer layer. My split on the bike was 35:26.

The final 1.5 miles run was challenging. Going from pedaling to running is such a change of motion and muscles utilized and is very weird. Also, the bike transition area was down on the waterfront, so we also had to run UPHILL to get to the bridge, then run UPHILL once we got to the turnaround in Illinois. I actually walked up the first hill. At first I was running, taking small steps, but I felt like I wasn't making much progress for how tired I was, so I walked. Long strides and caught my breath. Maybe for about 60-90 seconds. When I got the bridge and the terrain was more level, I started to run again, but I was very tired! My second run split was 15:21, which added to my transition times puts my total time at 1;05:53.

Going in, I wanted to have fun and enjoy the race. Goal was to not puke, wreck, or pass out. And goal was achieved!

I did gain some more insight into things I need to do differently. I know that I didn't drink enough water. It makes me feel sick when its sloshing around. Plus, since it wasn't too hot outside and was actually raining on this particular day, I didn't hydrate well.

I also only raced for just over 60 minutes, so I didn't take any bars because those are hard to digest and are more for longer races. I didn't take any GU or quick sugar supplements, which I'm sure would have been helpful. I did start to bonk the final bonk, and definitely did not have a strong kick at the end.

All in all, though, a positive experience. Like I said, I was looking to enjoy myself and was excited to run across the Eads Bridge.

Calling All Kharma Points!

My shit got jacked. Beloved wiener dog wallet is gone! Drivers license is gone. Library card, Y pass, CTA paass, lucky (ha!) $2 bill...all gone.

My money is gone. My credit card is maxed out.

Today was a long day at work. When I was all finished, I checked my messages, and my bank had contacted me about some suspicious charges. I discovered that my wallet was gone! I tried to log onto my credit card account, and it was locked. So I called them, and sure enough, there were suspicious charges on that one, too.

I went to the Chesterfield P.D. and filed a report. I feel kinda good about it. The officer took all my info and told me that a detective would contact me tomorrow. He said these things take a long time, but the person who made all the charges did so at stores that have security cameras everywhere.

I have $0 liability with both my bank and my credit card, so that is a huge relief. However,it's a major hassel to go get a new ID, new accounts, file theft reports with all three credit beureaus, and regularly monitor my credit reports.

I am calling all kharma points to cash in! However, if not, STREET JUSTICE!!!

Just desserts.

Happy Tax Return Deadline Day!

I e-filed my taxes nearly two months ago. I included my bank info and checked the box to allow for direct deposit. I was checking my account everyday to see if the refund had been deposited yet, and after several weeks, still had not received it.

After about six weeks, I received my refund in the mail. Then three days later I received a letter from the IRS, that they couldn't direct deposit the money and were going to send me a check instead.

This afternoon I took my $2 MO state tax refund check to the bank and deposited it into my savings account!

Grandpa How Do is 89!

Another blitz trip to KCMO this past weekend for Pawpaw, aka Grandfather Halferty aka Grandpa 'How Do?'s 89th birthday.

We left around noon on Friday and almost died twice on the way up. Went to MCI to pick up my sis, who was flying in from Tampa, and went to the Halferty residence in Smithville.

We hung out for a hour or two, Rosalie came over from next door. She was on spring break and was visiting her mother next door. I was riled up and ready to go out and party, but everyone fell asleep pretty early, and so I did, too.



























On Saturday, we went to eat breakfast at Loman's Cafe, which was pawpaw's choice. It was chill. Then we left to drive back to STL. But not before we had some more fun with the timer setting on the camera, which is sincerely one the funniest things to me. I will never tire of it!!









































My mom surprised us all, too!






















Rosalie and my mom:




















Clan Furkin-Halferty!

They Say

What's that they say about a weekend wasted is never a wasted weekend. More exploits to report:

On Saturday, everyone's favorite evening bird and I drove to Carbondale for Copyrights, Liipstick Homicide, Treasure Fleet, and Hospital Job at the Hanger. There was a lot of people there, including four others from STL.

The show was great. Hospital Job played first. They were great! A lot better than when I saw them perform in Belleville last summer.

Lipstick Homicide was second. That girl fucking shreds. I love to watch her headbang when she plays. I usually am not a fan of female vox, but I enjoy these girls' sound.

Treasure Fleet was third. Had never seen them before, and it was pretty good. Not completely my taste, but I enjoyed it and I like to watch Isaac perform. He was wearing some weird get up, with a bandana, feather earring, and face paint.

Copyrights played last, and it was excellent. I was pretty buzzed and down in the front with Fred and Christine and some others singing along and dancing. They played Four Eyes and Graveyards, which were both surprises. I like Four Eyes, but I feel kinda weird singing along with it.

After the show, we went to Adam and Amanda's house where like 20 other people were also staying. Their house is totallt bitchin' and nice. Like its furnished well and all the furniture matches. A real home. Its very spacious, too. Nighthawk snores, so I slept upstairs on a couch. Everyone else slept downstairs.

Next day we left late late morning to drive back to STL. I was pretty hungover and dehydrated. I dropped Nighthawk off at the Minnesota House and went home to take a nap. Did not shower.

Biff messaged me about Fucked Up playing at Firebird. I was pretty tired, but wanted to go to the show since word is that Fucked Up is going to take a break from touring. So I picked up Biff and he told me funny stories about getting a fine ass black women's number, and this one wasn't a prostitute. He also found a pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket and they were menthol!!

So we drove to the show, slammed a Busch pounder in the parking lot, and went inside to catch the end of Everything Went Black. Its not my taste, but it was good. I was surprised that they were that good. Hoffman had excellent stage presence. We went back to the car and slammed two more beers in the parking lot then went back in for Shaved Women. I have seen them perform twice before. Both times at a local show where no one (band or audience) seemed to care, and I had not been impressed. But they were. A completely different dynamic this time. I would def go see them again if I knew they were going to actually put on a show.

Fucked Up played last. They were excellent, as I was expecting they would be. I was pretty shithammered by this time. In addition to the beers we drank outside, I also had three (possibly four) 24oz cans in the venue and I had not eaten anything prior.

F'ed Up's set was amazing. It was loud! My right ear feels like it has a cotton ball in it. The crowd was way into the set. A lot of people moving around and singing along. But no one being a shithead or ruining it for everyone else. I bought a t-shirt with the intention of hacking off the sleeves.

Saw a lot of friends at the show, and it was nice. Afterhours was at Atomic Cowboy. Biff and I drove over and got some more beers and sat out by the firepit for a while. Then we went inside to the venue side and there was a Dj spinning a weird mash up of dropkick murphys and latin salsa. We danced. It was dark, dark times! Hahaha!

We got the fuck out of the barr and I drove Biff home to the Minnesota House. I don't remember what the guise was to get me in the house, but I went in the house. Nighthawk was up watching a movie about world record arcade game play. Wow. What a bunch of tools. It was interesting, though.

I sat on the couch and thought I was going to get sick. Had the spins super bad. I went into the bathroom and puked, but. Not very much. It did come out my nose and burn like hell, though. I fell asleep on the couch.

At like 4am, Biff woke me up and told me to scoot over so he could lay down next to me. I wanted it, even though I knew it was a terrible idea. We made out on the couch for a little while then went upstairs to his room. We attempted to bang out, but that shit was not happening on account of all the booze and pills sabatoging certain necessities.

So we fell alseep for a few hours. It was nice sleeping next to Biff. He was warm and incredibly tender. Total cuddler, which surprised me. At approx 815am my phone rang and it was work! Oh, shit! I told them I had just then woken up and would be late. I then fell back asleep for another hour or two.after a few hours sleep, Biff got his wiener to work (we joked about this!) And couldn't let that go to waste. My pussy was wet, so we attempted to bang out. Biff came, I didn't, and I didn't really care. Afterwards, we laid next to each other and joked around for a while. I gently scratched his back and we made out some more. He got hard again, and I got on top this time. His bed was incredibly loud; I hope no one else was home. I was not able to come. I was still a little drunk and very dehydrated. Work called again. I told them that I was not at home when they called earlier, which was true, but that I was on my way. Biff and I laid close to each other some more and joked around until I really did have to get up and get dressed.

I did not shower, luckily my hair was not crazy. I got to work about 4 hours late. Oh, well. They weren't mad, and actually thought it was funny. I did, too.

I like Biff a lot as a person. He is one cool cat and he has this magnetic personality that really draws one in. I thought he was going to be a fucking stud, but I was rather unstisfied with the sex. I am chalking it up to a combination of this. One is that we had been boozing all night so I understand complications from that. But he also seemed very nervous. If that was the case, though, I think the drugs would have provided some courage. Or maybe he wasn't into me once we got down to it. I don't really know.

I also felt a little weird. Yes, I have wanted him for a while, but I never thought it would actually happen, especially since. I banged Matt out numerous times in that very same house until very recently, and they are friends since grade school.

I will not contact Biff for a hook up again, but if he contacts me, I will give it one more try. I hope that we remain friends and continue to go to shows and whatnot. Biff's not crazy, so I'm sure it will all be cool.

90 Degrees, Ditch The Sleeves!

Did you know you can freebase Claritan? I don't know that that is true. I have never tried that, but I'm sure it's possible. I do know that I have been eating all kinds of allergy pills for the past month because all these trees fornicating in my nose are pissing off my sinuses.

I sucked it up and went out on Ex-Girlfriend on Friday and Saturday. Roughly two hours each time, roughly just over 40 miles each time. It was nice to get back out. This was my first time out since I raced three weeks ago. Allergies have been waaaay to crazy.

On Saturday night I hit up several people to go get some food. Andrew accepted after I told him I found $50 in a pair of shorts from last summer (which was true!), and I could cover him. He wanted to stay close to home since he was in study mode. So we headed to South Grand and went to Lemongrass.

I had never been there before, but I really liked it. We got an order of crab rangoon (all that is running in my head is "there's gonna be a veg-break, somewhere in this town" a la Thin Lizzy), an order of veg spring rolls, and each a dinner portion on the sesame tofu. I can't believe I haven't been to this place before. It was excellent. Lots of veg items, fare price, and the food was delicious. Inside is quiet and chill.

On Sunday night I went to Lemmon's for a benefit show. The flyer said 530, so I figured if I showed up at 630 it prob still wouldn't have started. I ended up sitting awkwardly by myself at the bar for an hour before the first band played. This is the kind of shit that pisses me off.

I stayed until about ten, before my allergies started to get the best of me. Saw Matt, who totally ignored me when I said hello. And this wasn't an "oh, maybe he just didn't see me" blow-off. So fuck him.

I'm also kinda disappointed that boy from my birthday, who we finally traded info and did meet up once last week at a bar for some drinks and food and who seemed excited and verbally confirmed that he was happy to hang out and wanted to hang out again, has been MIA. So, i guess, forget him.

What the fuck is wrong with boys where I live?

I am definitely back in a rut. Did not make it out of the house today except to run to the pharmacy to get more allergy pills. The manager referred to me as a "gentleman". As in, [speaking to check-out girl] "After you check out this gentleman, please come help stock these boxes." What the fuck is wrong with people where I live? I am clearly female. And there was no mistaking that he could have been referring to anyone else because I was the only person near the check out counters.

Word on the street is that Nighthawk is going to move away from STL this time next year. I am interested in escaping as well. It would be nice if we could go somewhere new and be roommates or something because then that would at least be one person I would know.

I know, though, that just moving to another city won't suddenly solve any of my [perceived] problems, social and otherwise.

I booked some plane tix to MPLS in May to see D4 perform Midwestern Songs in its entirety. I messaged a few people, to get in touch if they want to party. I know they do, and they will get in touch. Doesn't matter to me either way. I'm going to go up there and have a good time, like I have many times before.

I am having a hard time deciding on if I should just finish school (yes, duh! but I am so unmotivated. I can't even fathom going to summer school right now) or drop out and save my money so I can open a stupid business like my own bar or some shit and then probably just get bored with that in a few years like I do with everything else.

Things that are a constant for me: desire to keep moving, seemingly unending search for companionship, working in my field.

I actually like what I do with my time in exchange for money, but I can do that anywhere. However, I don't make a lot of money. That's why I am going to school again. So I can have an additional piece of paper that warrants a higher salary.

We have a girl working with us for a few more weeks as part of an internship for her school. I kinda want to quit and just let them hire her, and I will go on my cross-country bicycle trip. Then just figure shit out when I get back, if I ever come back at all.