Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

It looked as if I had killed the Scarecrow in my living room.

My dining room chairs arrived today, and inside the boxes they were padded with this paper wrapping that included some sort of straw stuffing that, no matter how careful I was, got all over everything. Whenever you moved the padding, it fell everywhere, along with the twine that I had to cut off the outside. Even tried to clog up the vacuum cleaner when I went after it that way. But in the end, I have dining room chairs, and can finally sit somewhere other than the couch to eat.

Otherwise it was a calm day. I got rid of the last of the donatables from the old apartment, got hissed at by Boris after I clipped his claws, claimed my flours & other baking sundries, forgot to get my mail, and had a nice time seeing Richard. Took the cart to the grocery store, hauled back some sundries for making some fun things (marinara, anyone?) and some more staples. I’m gradually rebuilding a kitchen, now I just need to cook some more. Tempeh gets made tomorrow – I’ve been craving a good rice dish, and since the rice cooker was among the things reclaimed from the old place, I can make some again. Without picking up the phone, even.

Long bike ride planned for tomorrow, then off to whatever Arena stage is playing at the moment. Might have to talk Lawrence into Jenny’s for dinner, stick down here in the ‘hood.

I am hopeful that an email I received in response to my complaint to WebSense about livejournal being classified as a “personals/dating website” will help get it unblocked at the BGA. They claim to have looked over the site and put it into the category of “Message Boards and Clubs.” I’ll keep my fingers crossed, but not hold my breath.

Fighting off a head cold at the moment. No fun, but they do happen. Better than the case of stomach ickies caused by some questionable Chinese food earlier this week (spent what felt like a good part of the day in the loo the next day, though thankfully it was all coming out the right end).

Been playing the DS again, mainly animal crossing. I hope to have three new types of fruit trees up tomorrow, but we’ll see. So far I’ve had bad luck with getting trees to grow. I suspect I wasn’t watering them immediately and thus they were all wilty the next day and gone the third, but we’ll see.

Work was an absolute mess this week. One of the customer organizations within the BGA is having problems and they’ve been consuming far, far too much of my time over the last year. To the point where other customer organizations are now calling to find out where their stuff is and I keep having to stall because of the constant emergencies with the problem child. Ugh. Not where I like to be on customer service, but I suppose these things happen. Anyway, that’s absorbed most of my week, with the result that another organization is going crazy to try to get another thing off my desk that I Just Can’t Get To Yet.

I’m so glad it’s the weekend, looking forward to catching up on some much needed sleep.

Obviously working out was not meant to happen this morning. Didn’t feel like biking in the cooler temps & wetish weather, still resting my yet-again pulled calf muscle, so no run, & swam last night, so that’s a no-go, too. Couldn’t find the short bike workout DVD, so was going to go with the 50 minute one, but that one seems to have crapped out on me – won’t play on the PeeCee, won’t play on the iBook (caused me to have to reboot the iBook when it wouldn’t eject, in fact). Ugh. So, Tuesday is this week’s rest day, or at least the morning is, we’ll see about getting something to work tonight, though I think I was supposed to do dinner with a friend tonight. Ugh.

He was fast, in the way that young men sometimes are.

He called me from the front hall. I brought him upstairs, offered him some water. While he was still sipping from the glass he slipped a hand up under my shirt. I kissed him, tasting the water still in his mouth, feeling the coolness left from it. I took the glass, put it down, he pulled off my shirt, ran his hands over my chest in a cursory manner, immediately slid to the button on my jeans and began to pull them down as I kicked off my shoes.

“You have two pieces of metal,” he said, groping me through the jock. “Ayuh,” I replied. Off came his shirt. A quick glance at his nipple piercing, a warning that it was new, a promise to leave it be, and off came his pants and underwear. My jock quickly followed and he pulled me to him.

We made out on the couch, and he quickly established that he wanted to top. I was amenable, and after more groping and furtive, restless kisses, I had to insist that we retire to the bedroom where the supplies were.

A brief bit of wrestling, and he was behind me while I was on my knees. I wrapped him up, slicked us both up, and in he went. Arching backwards, I sought some connection of skin to skin, and he had me roll over on my back. From there I wrapped my legs around him as he hammered in and out, rabbit-like in his hurry. More kisses, a few moans, and his eyes began to roll back. As he came, I grabbed myself and jerked. Once, twice, three times and I erupted as well.

After I settled down he apologized for being so fast. “It’s been a while,” he whispered. “I’m not complaining,” I replied, smiling and gesturing at the evidence of my satisfaction that now lay upon my stomach.

“Can I use your shower?”

“Certainly, let me get you a towel.”

As the water ran I slipped back into underwear and my jeans. My socks had never made it off my feet, there was simply no time for it.

As he dressed, he mused about dinner and that we lived pretty close, a mere 20 blocks or so. “A quick bike ride, then,” I said. “Yeah.”

And with that, he was out the door, wandering back to his car. Time elapsed from when he called me to let him into the building: 25 minutes.

The boxes are gone.

I just packed up the last of the empty boxes, including the ones from the just-set-up dining table. I have space in the back of the living room (a.k.a. the dining area), there’s no boxes sitting around, and the psychic relief of having it all gone is considerable.

Of course, now that the table’s set up, now I want to rearrange the room entirely. Move the desk around, shift the storage unit. Thinking the table should go as a console behind the couch. Shift the black bookshelf around. Generally see how better to set the room up.

But man, it feels good to have those boxes gone.

I hate when I overschedule.

I’m normally fairly good with putting things in the two different calendars I maintain (work and home), but I forgot to put in an after-work-work-function (aka happy hour with the other young attorneys) and scheduled dinner with a friend this evening as well. Given the relative positions of the friendships and what not, I’m choosing dinner over HH, but I hated having to spill the beans that I’d overscheduled and was not making HH (even with the real and good excuse that I have to run and get my new glasses after work today). Ah well.

Been in a mild funk the last two or three days with a lack of sleep, general feeling of pessimism, and dealing with the last bits of the relationship with CT (a handover of some things I left at his apartment). Not terribly fun, but I know it’s a temporary condition, just have to keep telling myself that.

The dining room table arrives today, as does a stool/side table for the balcony. The chairs are on backorder until the middle of the month, but that just gives me time to clear the remaining junk out of the way. Once the table’s set up I’ll have a chance to look at various designs of couches I’ve been looking at, to see if any of them would work in the space. For the most part the dining room table will be in the folded mode against the wall, so I’ve got some space for a couch in front of it, but I’ll need to actually see the space, as well as measure, etc.

Work’s nuts, with several things bouncing around. Thankfully the bosses are understanding since they’re bouncing on the same issues (as well as others). Fun stuff (not). Hopefully will settle down soon, but if not, oh well!

The calf pain returned briefly this morning. It happened after I had to run in place at an intersection, waiting for the light to change so I could cross. After walking a little bit I was able to pick it up again, but that running in place (as opposed to running to move forward) would be the cause of the pain jives with my prior experience of pain after running on a treadmill. Made sure to stop at intersections and not bounce up and down (aka running in place) and it seemed to do fine. Mental note: no more bouncing, at least until after the June race.

I think I’m developing a fetish for jock straps.

They provide such easy access to all the right things, concealing the dangly bits, constricting them slightly (depending on the style), forcing a constrained push against the outer fabric. They can be left in place, or simply pushed to the side while remaining on, used to move, or control, or pull or tug. They accentuate the crotch and ass, providing a contrast with the surrounding skin that pleases the eye and heightens the awareness of how bare a lot of that area really is even with them on.

In other words, they’re quite fun.

I mention this because I’ve played recently with a gentleman who asked if I’d wear a jock, and I was happy to oblige. He also wore one, and I was surprised at how much more aroused I was with both of us wearing them. It was so easy, after a lot of heavy petting, to lift up his ass (he was on his back), while he was still wrapped, and rim him thoroughly. His focus, as well as mine, was on how his ass felt under that assault. After a good bit of that, with lots of spit on my part, and lots of moaning on his, a condom was grabbed. I pulled my jock to the side, slipping my cock out beside the fabric, slipped on the condom, and slipped the wrapped PA inside.

His eyes got even larger than they’d been under my tongue’s assault as the metal, harder than the surrounding flesh, slid slowly into his hole. I eased all the way in, feeling the jock up against the side of my crotch as I pressed tight up against him. Looking down I could see the white fabric under his nuts separate into the two side straps, curving to either side of the ass I had just split open.

The sides of his jock made for a nice handle as I thrust in and out. Eventually, in the normal course of play, I came into the rubber. Held him for a bit like that, letting the sensation wash over me, feeling the intensity that the PA brings to the experience. When I came back down, I groped his crotch through his jock, feeling how he strained against the cloth. Slipped out of him and righted the fabric of my own jock, reconnected my crotch to his ass and pulled his jock out of the way. My hands made quick work of him after that while my jock ground into his ass, with an explosion I later discovered was his 2nd of our session (seems his nips were rather more sensitive then I’d imagined while the heavy petting was occurring). After that, jocks went back into the usual position for nice, calming rubbing and reassurances.

This was not always the case, that I’d like jock straps. The wide waist bands on most of them tend to irritate me, and the thinner swimmer’s jocks are okay, but still not the most comfortable to wear. The fabric of the waists is also pretty annoying, being a tad rougher than I prefer on sensitive areas like the waist. The rubber ones from Nasty Pig are quite fun, and I like to wear those on occasion, but what really did it was finding a pair of low-rise ones from 2(x)ist with a much more comfortable waistband. Once the waist issue was solved, it was pure heaven.

Yup, definitely developing a fetish here.

It’s strange how the smallest things will set off the strongest memories.

I cleared out the last largeish box in the dining room, broke it and two others down, and went to repack my box of old casette tapes into another, newer box (yeah, I still have casette tapes). At the bottom of that box I found a variety of things, including a a copy of a law review article from a professor I think I must have helped host when he visited my law school (just googled him, only vaguely remember the man), some other old correspondence from people I didn’t recognize, and three sets of pictures of myself, The Ex, and our four cats, Katie, Zach, Alex and Allison. I only briefly glanced through the pictures to identify them, but it was still enough to bring on a melancholy mood. I miss those cats, especially Zach and Katie (our first two, and the first two pets I’d owned outside of my parents). They’d be about 12 now, if they’re still around. Last I knew they were at The Ex’s mother’s place, and were indoor/outdoor cats, something we never allowed them to be when we had them.

There were pictures of all four cats right after we’d given them baths, looking all bedraggled and pitiful. Pictures of The Ex with them as kittens lying around him. Pictures of me with them. Pictures of them in two of our apartments.

Lots of memories, both good and bad.

I’m glad that was the last big box, I don’t know that I could’ve handled stumbling on any more of that kind of thing right now.

Didn’t run this morning, but did run this evening, same long loop I did on Sunday (since I’l really supposed to be doing Very Long Loops at this point in training). Will attempt an hour on the bike in the morning if it’s not too cold/nasty tomorrow morning. Otherwise, long swim instead.

Work was in one of those “everything is flowing as it should” rare moods this morning, knocked out two long time problems, then lunch arrived and all my mojo went out the window. Oh well, at least I killed two projects before it fizzled.

Trying to start finalizing plans for race nutrition and the like, pick up those last things I need to get (um, wetsuit?) and make sure I can stomach the food I want to have on the bike and run. Gotta plan this stuff out in order not to kill yourself in the race, so I’m trying to ensure I have a plan and that it’ll work.

Skipped out of the board meeting early tonight (yes, the cult co-op had a board meeting the day after a membership meeting) because I was too hungry, post-run. Dinner was good, some fake sausage, light salad, hummus. This was about an hour after the run, and I had already had a recovery drink and a protein shake before that. Food is good, and good fuel is better.