tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54568194386592134632024-02-20T12:25:33.202-08:00inatenteye catchers on a jog through the woodsleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-70912556898006169002011-01-11T21:25:00.000-08:002011-01-11T21:27:31.007-08:00Ten miles on the treadmill, I lay on the mat and stretch out, arms fully extended, eyes tightly shut, breathing slowing down and a hand slips into my open palm....this is the love I dream ofleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-35674628547888338752009-08-19T09:34:00.001-07:002009-08-19T09:34:21.796-07:00Don't like dream blogs much these days but i can't resist last night's. I was in a parking lot and it was raining. I saw a drenched dog and started calling him...slowly he inched closer and closer and then an old man saw me and grabbed my hand. My finger nail scratched a bump on his fragile skin. He said"why are you here?"i responded that i needed to go to care-a-lot and safeway. He told me no one cares enough and there are no safeways.leaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-44872792935585143942009-08-13T10:54:00.000-07:002009-08-13T11:18:13.637-07:00pets i've had in my lifein the trailer park a puppy that lasted a week before some neighborhood hoodlum stole him (apparently that story is a lie...i just asked my mom what the dog's, who got stolen name was...and she said he didn't get stolen, he bit the neighbors kid who poked him so we gave her to sunshine (our native american neighbor) who was going to new york, to prevent him from being taken from animal control<br /><br />then we had jose...a black mutt who jumped up and bit my mom in the face one day...she responded with a fist to his face and a call to animal control<br /><br />sebastian was my first ever cat...we went to florida for xmas vacation and when we came home he had moved to a neighbors house<br /><br />stick em' up...he was our only big dog...and golden retriever mutt mix...my friend seth gave him to us because his family was moving...but really i think it's because he peed everywhere and chewed everything! my mom's shitty boyfriend renamed him shithead (which he continued renaming every animal we ever had for the next 7 years!) and one day my mom and i took him to the beach to try and lose him...fucked up i know...but in the end he was waiting at the car for us and ready to go home...i don't remember how we got rid of him<br /><br />stew and rusty....stew was a rabbit rusty was a guinea pig...apparently stew was starving rusty but we didn't notice until it was too late...i couldn't look at stew after that without missing rusty so we gave him to some kid down the street<br /><br />fred and wilma....they were already named....two guinea pigs which i made a small fortune off of! guinea pig babies get you like 5 bucks a head at a pet shop! they made too much noise at night and after a year of the house not sleeping we gave up on them too<br /><br />2 iguanas....i can't remember their names but one of them tried to jump out one time and i grabbed her by her tail...she left in my hand i almost threw up! she was missing for a few weeks before she finally came out and i had to force feed her applesauce for a month because she had mouth rot....after she got better i gave them away <br /><br />houdini/bandit...a ferret we couldn't decide his name so he got two! he got out of any cage we ever got so eventually we just let him run free and the house always smelled like warm pee....he died and it was really hard for the family<br /><br />zucko.....my favorite cat ever! big and black and lovable. he had a tumor and died after like five years<br /><br />woody...she's our longest lasting pet...cat...she's been around since 94 and she only likes three people, my mom, my brother and myself...my brother found her by a dumpster at a 711 on his way to woodstock part 2 or 3?<br /><br />shaggy....he's our lovable pound puppy westy, i'd get him tattooed!leaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-41189394549128474002009-07-20T18:23:00.001-07:002009-07-20T18:23:04.534-07:00I'd rather walk to the end of the block with you than travel the world aloneleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-77636715998817565962009-07-09T23:20:00.001-07:002009-07-09T23:20:47.384-07:00yesterday s.carter head butted my mother...full frontal lobe attack. it all started with a possibly reversed trip to and from north carolina and ended with my poor mother being violently benny hilled with s.carter's nogger...how bizarreleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-82024252113984296692009-06-23T13:35:00.001-07:002009-06-29T11:56:48.347-07:00croonMy mom met her first husband at a dance club in brooklyn....she"knew" immediately. Steve Gavin...in their wedding picture he looks just like my brother only more crooner looking. Sally, who would eventally be my mom, and Steve owned 2 pet stores and 3 children. At some point in their relationship they also owned a monkey and lost dozens of domesticated pigeons on a rooftop in new york.leaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-64271567599690876912009-06-23T13:22:00.001-07:002009-06-29T11:57:06.234-07:00oh humans3 people in the last 3 days have confided in me that they are lonely....and always have been...and only one of those times was me talking to myselfleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-30594232436358600752009-06-22T19:21:00.001-07:002009-06-29T11:57:21.680-07:00communeLast night i helped a man in need who another friend earlier tried to help as well... I like communityleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-6850500945075313472009-06-22T12:54:00.001-07:002009-06-29T11:57:45.814-07:00henlyI've cut the collar off of 2 shirts now....it used to be sleeves in summer but ever since i've grown fond of v-necks i feel like the proper amount of skin is already exposed. I must be having a claustrophobic wardrobe episode...sure it has nothing to to do with my pantry dwelling.leaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-66788900269456983802009-06-21T14:42:00.001-07:002009-06-21T14:42:51.111-07:00Just set up texting blog. Chilling with my mom, dog and cat for father's day.....gotta work with what you got. Some thoughts lately are the possible purchase of a honda rukus scooter and possibly camping in idaho in august. Ok let's see if i set this up rightleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-52975773001570979932009-06-15T23:28:00.000-07:002009-06-15T23:34:46.624-07:00in a tent in a pantrymy living space has gone from one extreme to the other in the last 4 months<br />and i've never felt quite as comfortable as i do now<br />i'm living the life of a rehabilitated drunkard without actually having to the live the shit life of losing everything and everyone<br />today i looked into buying scooter and my questions to the dealer sounded so rehab patient "so..i don't need a license with this one? and no need for insurance" he was so sure i had a dui or something that he stated that unless i paid cash i probably wouldn't get financed by honda with "just ok" creditleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-70304214857901849282009-01-20T23:50:00.000-08:002009-01-20T23:59:10.652-08:00sorry livejournalwhen i read my old journal i get annoyed by how many dreams i talked about... so i try to stay away from that these days..but i have to talk about this one i had lately<br />i was in a penthouse in newyork and i had a bowl(for smoking) that had at least 7 chambers in it<br />there were all kinds of pretty colored leaves crammed into them <br />i lit each chamber and then puffed out of the single mouth piece <br />looked out my window and saw an elderly couple across the way having sex<br />i looked at my bowl and saw that it was beautifully hand blown glass with all kinds of colors mostly hues of blue<br />and the glowing effect of all the lit leaves and blues of the glass and the naked elderly love makers <br />made me ecstaticleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-5674351314745265532009-01-09T20:36:00.000-08:002009-01-20T23:59:44.120-08:00and now for the first time in my lifea picture of my dad...i think we kinda look alike..but just in the way all fat people kinda look like...kinda downsyndrome effect<br /><img src=http://tech-systems-labs.com/scan2001.jpg>leaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-5259316312303111552009-01-02T16:55:00.000-08:002009-01-02T16:57:26.202-08:00science project11 alcoholic beverages<br />15 smooched lips<br /><br /><br />the new year is here<br />the new and the old me are welcoming it with <br />too many flushes of the toiletleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-69759489012423809672008-12-02T20:41:00.001-08:002009-01-21T00:00:30.955-08:00vamp upi can't wait for this movie to come out<br />VAMP UP<br />fans of step up and twilight will go nuts for this flick<br />Abram (Stephen Winston) is upset when his brother doesn't return from a Dance Off in the big city. After weeks of searching for him at various Dance competitions he starts putting stories together about a Crew called the "Heart B eats." They are number 1 in the dance circuit and rumours of them beating other Crews so badly they never show their faces again interest Abram into finding any defeated Crews. When he begins to think his search is in vain he stumbles upon a dark secret, that the "Heart B eats" are actually a Crew of vampires. He puts together a Crew of family members of the dancers murdered and they battle their way to the top of the Circuit to compete in one final battle!leaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-11878921634075905662008-12-02T20:32:00.000-08:002008-12-02T20:39:26.259-08:00i like twilight but i don't like real life monstersi saw a real life monster yesterday while riding the 20 to the beach<br />a face attacked by herpes<br />offering the father across from him to "let your kid sit on my dick"<br />he coughed up phlem and when the door wouldn't open up for him he just spit on the floor<br />the bus driver seemed to not notice but i think he was fearful for our lives<br />i know i was<br />and i knew immediately that i did not want this guy existing in my world<br />i hope he died todayleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-9642739843927611402008-11-17T20:15:00.000-08:002009-01-21T00:01:35.556-08:00let those flurries comethere is snow coming<br />i hear it on the news<br />but i know it in my heart!!!<br />come on<br />i am so hateful this fall<br />i need to change that but i'm not making any resolutions<br />this is the exact kind of post i do not want to post<br />this is so livejournal<br /><br />i dreamed of stuffed animals with bat heads and cardinal bodies<br />and i dreamed up some lottery numbers as well<br />i need to make and play<br />play and makeleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-90669104215408071702008-11-12T18:58:00.000-08:002009-01-21T00:02:06.571-08:00to beard or not to beardfollowing in the footsteps of ms aeb<br />i decided to obey the fortune cookie<br />not really the fortune<br />but the "learn to speak chinese" word<br />gua lianleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-10534683773130139422008-10-14T13:56:00.000-07:002009-01-21T00:02:50.399-08:00business homos go outdoorsi love state parks and unfortunately i don't mind segways<br />however when the two are thrown together<br />on my lovely fall jog<br />i want to puke just a little bitleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-4245052987416584922008-09-26T23:47:00.000-07:002008-09-26T23:49:33.991-07:00 driving walking on 9i walked around my neighborhood tonight for no less than 8 hours.....which seems like a long time to be just walking and stuff...but in the right company<br />it's just the right amount of timeleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-86551912308291642642008-09-24T19:33:00.000-07:002008-09-24T19:34:35.024-07:00a thing about getting olderif you sit by me on the bus....and you stink like you may have shit your pants...i'm fucking getting up and moving...i don't care if your feelings get hurtleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-5451490131445975462008-09-09T16:34:00.000-07:002009-01-21T00:03:56.037-08:00pogonophobia!it sounds like a fun word<br />pogonophobia is the fear of beards<br />which also sounds fun<br />fear of beards<br />yesterday i encountered my first ever pogonophobic<br />her husband...who had a goatee(which i am more grossed out than fearful of)<br />ordered some stuff from my work<br />he wasn't sure how many so he starts yelling to his wife<br />who is standing a good 60 feet away<br />i say "why doesn't your wife just come over here?"<br />and he replies "she has a thing for beards"<br />my head gets a lil big because i'm thinking he's saying "she thinks beards are hot<br />and they make her nervous"<br />so i laugh it off<br />then he keeps yelling to her and i'm like " come on just get her over here"<br />and he says "no she's really weird about beards"<br />"weird" gets me because it's not an attractive word<br />so i ask "what do you mean?"<br />and he says "she's deathly afraid of beards"<br />i laugh then realize he's not kidding<br />and i point out his lame facial hair and he says " i know i know..but a full beard<br />she can't get near it"<br />so i wave to her<br />and she waves back and i offer him one coarse red beard hair to take to her<br />to sneak in her pocket<br />he does not accept<br />and i say "take care"leaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-33536385838463303692008-08-25T07:49:00.000-07:002009-01-21T00:04:33.243-08:00walking around the locker room naked haikuswalk around naked<br />towel covering penis<br />showing old man butts<br /><br />water from fountain<br />white towel and whiter ass<br />come on man, really?<br /><br /><br />walk to urinal<br />you make it look so easy<br />nothing to unzipleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-87494702221147492342008-08-20T21:16:00.000-07:002008-08-24T22:07:10.758-07:00bloodletwhen i was a little kid i loved my barber<br />mr.gray<br />and i mean loved<br />where some kids might cry and wine and struggle<br />like they're going to the doctor or their first day of school<br />i gladly hopped in the big green car<br />and smiled the whole 2 miles to the beachfront where mr gray had his shop<br />he was a really old man<br />gray hair on head, knuckles and in ears<br />and wore spectacles (opposed to glasses which sound too young for what they were)<br />and he was always smiling ear to ear<br />he'd hug me i'd hug him he'd hug my mom<br />and then he'd pick me up and zoom me into the red airplane kids seat in the front window<br />that looked out to a prehistoric themed miniature golf course<br />he and my mom would talk and i would just sit<br />smitten<br />waiting to for the moment i could look in the mirror and smile as wide as mr gray<br />only with fewer teeth<br />and then after he'd zoom me out of the airplane seat he'd give me some candy<br />never just one piece and always the good stuff<br />rich people at halloween candy<br />not the gross clumped hard candy that littered my family's coffee table my entire childhood<br />chocolates<br />and then it'd be a goodbye hug and a jump back in the big green car<br />and back home<br />happy<br />and neatly groomed<br />and this is how it was for many years<br /><br />and then one day i got in the big green car<br />seatbelt and smile on<br />and we started driving<br />but we didn't make the turn we needed to<br />to get to mr gray<br />and i panicked a little<br />and questioned my mom<br />and she didn't respond<br />and we parked at a little shop next to a mcdonalds and my mom opened my door<br />and lead me into someone elses barber shop<br />this shop was nothing like mr grays<br />it was full of junk<br />literally junk<br />garbage hung on the wall pretending to be art<br />something that looked like a flattened beehive dangled from a single bent nail barely keeping itself in the ceiling<br />newspapers and old books were scattered not just on the table<br />but on the floor as well<br />it smelled like my neighbors van (which i used to play in because it had a cb radio)<br />of heavy aftershave and stale cigarettes<br />and then there she was<br />her real name never made it to my vocabulary<br />a small chinese woman...well short not small<br />hefty and much older than mr gray<br />she walked hunched over like a t rex or a pregnant woman with back pains<br />her glasses were at least an inch thick<br />and her hands were filthier than mine on even my funnest days<br />i had to leave<br />i turned into that kid<br />that crying and screaming and begging to leave kid<br />"where is mr gray" i spat out in between sobs<br />"i don't want her to touch me"<br />and my mother corrected me "don't be rude" and the lady just watched on<br />and brushed away some hairs from the seat and motioned me to come over<br />i did<br />i listened to my mom<br />she had never failed me before<br />but now everything was about to change<br />if the shop itself smelled like death<br />then this woman smelled like death's stinkier friend that he hangs out with to make him smell better<br />she shuffled around me<br />dragging papers and empty soda cans under her feet<br />scissors never stopping<br />caution flying with my hairs out the door<br />and as quick as she started she stopped<br />and my mom paid up<br />and we were outside<br />without me ever catching a glance at my new do<br />my mom took me to the mcdonalds next door to buy me a hot fudge sundae<br />which she figured would help the blow not be so harsh<br />when she let it be known to me that mr gray was dead<br />and not only was he dead<br />but he had committed suicide<br />and it was a new word and new feelings<br />and then i rubbed my head<br />and started to cry<br /><br />my haircut felt awful<br /><br />in time my mom continued bringing my brother and i to the lady who we named<br />the butcher<br />she had a way of cutting the back of your hair to a point<br />that felt like it cut you when you rubbed it<br />time after time we fought our mom<br />"she digs in the trash, she smells like roadkill please don't take us there!"<br />but the price was right and ice cream sundaes were right next door so the hate wouldn't last beyond the parking lot<br />my mom finally stopped taking us to the butcher when one early morning while at the beach my mom herself witnessed the butcher literally digging in a trashcan<br />that guilt got us the big stuff<br />dairy queenleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456819438659213463.post-10122353333289362632008-01-01T09:50:00.000-08:002008-01-01T09:52:52.126-08:00things i really think abouti opened up a dog and cat hospital<br />it's called pooch pooch ki ki<br />business has been pretty slow so far<br />but i did get a five pound bag of hershey kisses for xmas<br />and i know where all the popular dog parks are<br /><br />so things should be working out pretty soonleaffeather4http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070353858909705434noreply@blogger.com0