Steven M Scotten

So check this: my deposit is paid and so is my rent for July. I can move in as early as the 5th, except I won’t even try moving until next weekend. Still have a lot of packing to do, and a whole lot of logistics. I’ll probably

I’ve been crying for forty-eight days wastin the summer away fever begin as I stick to my bed 100 degrees of you in my head but I’m still smiling through my maybelline I’m still tracin’ the pictures that I see all look something like this: something beautiful

Rode my bike into the office today. Even with traffic and not pushing particularly hard, I averaged 16mph on a mostly-flat route. That’s pretty good for me, especially not pushing hard. I used to be able to average 19mph on a flat course, but that was pushing as hard

So yeah, this is the best song lyric to be stuck in my head for a long damn time. So full of optimism and promise. Yes, what lies ahead is unpredictable, but maybe what’s about to explode all over us is good beyond what we know. In fact, just

Splicer’s groovy-band-of-the-moment: Simon Stinger. Thankfully their upbeat, fun and sexy vibe is taking over the space in my brain previously occupied by creepy deathpop idols H.I.M. “French Connection” is about as sexy as pop music gets. Highly recommended and catchy. Doh! And they played the main stage

5.6 miles this morning, in 57:44. I kept my heart rate down below 165 for most of the run, although through the last mile it was harder to keep up a comfortable pace and so for the final seven-tenths of a mile I was up closer to 175.