Wednesday, March 31, 2010
scoot the boot
let it be known that i eugene the poogene, think scooting on my fireball vespa is fun but am not too concerned with the security of it. i like bicycling better and scooting kinda stresses me out. if it gets stolen or whatever, i'm fine with it and it probably will save my life...
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
thank you califonia...
5 weeks in the most glorious state in the union-
saw my brethren in the oc, caught bebel in san diego, went to a wedding in los angeles, strolled along carmel by the sea, fell in love in big sur, had dinner in monterey, new addition to the family in belmont, skater friends reunion in oakland, high school reunion in san carlos, met my brother's
new wife in st. helena, lived with my family in the mission in san francisco, made out with a tranny at the endup.well... i'm at the airport. all my bye's this time were quick because i felt so e
motional inside and i didn't want to break down. for the first time in my ten years of living in new york, i don't wanna go 
back. been to ten cities and saw tens of loved ones that i really really love.back to fuckin' cold ass new york where they run over ankles.
"Thank you for your wine california
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes i got the desert in my toe-nail
And i hid the speed inside my shoes"
jagger/richards
Monday, December 28, 2009
the san francisco experience...
(portions of this story may or may not be true depending on if you are the police or say, my mother)
so about last night....
i felt pretty good about myself after working out at the san francisco downtown crunch... so good in fact that i wanted to do some crack. i wandered the streets of the tenderloin and was a little sketched out because i heard the new police chief was trying to clean up the streets a bit. i passed by some po po checking out some homeless people on the streets and decided it was time to leave. right then though some guy nodded at me and i nodded back and he said follow me. i said i ain't following you! you're walking right back to the police! and so i followed him.... we went past the police about two blocks and within 10 minutes i had 3 rocks of crack in my hand for 30 bucks. i didn't look back, got in my car and headed straight for the end up....
the end up.
t-dance. my sunday church. my school. my home. 6am - 8pm every sunday for the past 32 motherfucking years. where i credit learning how to dance by watching all the unhibited freaks let loose their goose on the dance floor. there have been few other establishments where i learned so much about anything. i have not been here in 8 years. i looked around and saw trannies, an old dude in the garden dressed as santa claus playing cards with some woman, and a 60 year old getting really funky on the dance floor. these are my people, i thought. this is where i belong.
it felt great to be home.
bum ankle and all, i was there all by myself dancing with the freaks in the floor and it felt marvelous. then a gorgeous tranny- seriously hotter than 90% of the women i know stumbled on the scene. she looked like nomi from herc and love affair, butt with a way prettier face that looked a bit like the avatar or dark crystal faces. butt make no mistake- she was insanely pretty whatever she was. kept sitting next to me and bumping in to me. she would come up to me and lift her shirt a bit exposing like the bottom 1 inch of her boob and then she was so wasted that she fell down on the dance floor showing her ass crack. i thought she was incredibly sexy, butt you know- a wasted tranny so i just admired from a distance...
we all continued to dance. all the sketchiest freaks in the world that you'd think would be too shady to come out from under their rocks, butt at the end up they are free to be themselves and what you see is the most uninhibited dance floor in the country. it was so beautiful. the tranny still had her shirt up a little exposing herself which brought about her being perved on by two slimy persians decked out in ed hardy... and the little korean monkey name poogene.
butt hey... she wanted me.
=)
so. i'm about to leave, i feel great. then everybody wants to be somebody comes through the speakers
holy shit. i dropped the jacket since i hadn't heard this song out in forever and now felt great. i gather up some courage to approach the tranny because i so wanted to take a pic of me and the tranny just to show everyone how dope this place is. i went up to her and asked if i could take a pic and she said no. i said sorry and thanks and started to walk away and then she pulled me down into a chair in the middle of the dance floor, lifted up her shirt to expose the most gorgeous fake pair of tits i've ever seen. but it was dark and i was like, did i not see nipples? and then i was like... whoa... wait a minute. i've never really gone down this road before and i'm doing it in the middle of a dance floor... maybe i should think about this. and then i looked around. i realized i was here alone, haven't been here for 9 years, don't know anyone in sf... SWEET! who will ever know
(unless i blog about it)
she was wearing these tight pants and i was looking for a bulge but couldn't find one, maybe she went through with the operation or maybe she had it tucked in. at this point, who really cares if she's a man, woman, or donkey... she sat down on my lap and grinded me and then placed my hand all over her chest (felt the nipples!) while she felt me down and i was licking her body. all in the middle of the dance floor. she was completely womanly... soft, kissing her was just like a woman, not gruff like a guy for those that have already asked. i mean the tranny technology today is amazing. seriously. perfect body and the face which they usually can't get totally womanly, this one was very womanly...
or maybe it was dark and i was on crack.
anyhow, she's like let's go home... i was like where do you live? she's like no- your house. i'm like i'm staying on a friend's couch in the mission or... well no offense, butt i can't really take you to my mother's house.
her little gay guard dogg came up to her and probably said something like "be careful of the slimeballs"
and then i started dancing with him as if to say, "hey i'm cool!" hmm... he wasn't completely buying it. we went to the bar and she asked for a drink and the tough ass deaf lesbian bartender (god bless the end up) was signaling something to us, butt we couldn't comprehend so she wrote on a cocktail napkin "security has cut you off" and then she glared up and gave me the evil eye.
i was like... well, nothing more is probably going to happen. so i said thanks and wished her a happy new year.
i went to where i was going and then had little more crack and then was going to jerk it to some porn sites. i actually wondered if i could get off on a tranny site and tried it, but after about 8 seconds i was like... hm. probably not.
i dunno. mebbe it was 11 seconds.
i wondered what really would have happened though had we gotten to a bedroom and i opened the christmas present and... well. i guess we'll never know.
i'm not being sarcastic at all when i say that some experiences in my life are so beautiful i want to cry.
happy new year friends.
i love you,
poo!
so about last night....
i felt pretty good about myself after working out at the san francisco downtown crunch... so good in fact that i wanted to do some crack. i wandered the streets of the tenderloin and was a little sketched out because i heard the new police chief was trying to clean up the streets a bit. i passed by some po po checking out some homeless people on the streets and decided it was time to leave. right then though some guy nodded at me and i nodded back and he said follow me. i said i ain't following you! you're walking right back to the police! and so i followed him.... we went past the police about two blocks and within 10 minutes i had 3 rocks of crack in my hand for 30 bucks. i didn't look back, got in my car and headed straight for the end up....
the end up.
t-dance. my sunday church. my school. my home. 6am - 8pm every sunday for the past 32 motherfucking years. where i credit learning how to dance by watching all the unhibited freaks let loose their goose on the dance floor. there have been few other establishments where i learned so much about anything. i have not been here in 8 years. i looked around and saw trannies, an old dude in the garden dressed as santa claus playing cards with some woman, and a 60 year old getting really funky on the dance floor. these are my people, i thought. this is where i belong.
it felt great to be home.
bum ankle and all, i was there all by myself dancing with the freaks in the floor and it felt marvelous. then a gorgeous tranny- seriously hotter than 90% of the women i know stumbled on the scene. she looked like nomi from herc and love affair, butt with a way prettier face that looked a bit like the avatar or dark crystal faces. butt make no mistake- she was insanely pretty whatever she was. kept sitting next to me and bumping in to me. she would come up to me and lift her shirt a bit exposing like the bottom 1 inch of her boob and then she was so wasted that she fell down on the dance floor showing her ass crack. i thought she was incredibly sexy, butt you know- a wasted tranny so i just admired from a distance...
we all continued to dance. all the sketchiest freaks in the world that you'd think would be too shady to come out from under their rocks, butt at the end up they are free to be themselves and what you see is the most uninhibited dance floor in the country. it was so beautiful. the tranny still had her shirt up a little exposing herself which brought about her being perved on by two slimy persians decked out in ed hardy... and the little korean monkey name poogene.
butt hey... she wanted me.
=)
so. i'm about to leave, i feel great. then everybody wants to be somebody comes through the speakers
holy shit. i dropped the jacket since i hadn't heard this song out in forever and now felt great. i gather up some courage to approach the tranny because i so wanted to take a pic of me and the tranny just to show everyone how dope this place is. i went up to her and asked if i could take a pic and she said no. i said sorry and thanks and started to walk away and then she pulled me down into a chair in the middle of the dance floor, lifted up her shirt to expose the most gorgeous fake pair of tits i've ever seen. but it was dark and i was like, did i not see nipples? and then i was like... whoa... wait a minute. i've never really gone down this road before and i'm doing it in the middle of a dance floor... maybe i should think about this. and then i looked around. i realized i was here alone, haven't been here for 9 years, don't know anyone in sf... SWEET! who will ever know
(unless i blog about it)
she was wearing these tight pants and i was looking for a bulge but couldn't find one, maybe she went through with the operation or maybe she had it tucked in. at this point, who really cares if she's a man, woman, or donkey... she sat down on my lap and grinded me and then placed my hand all over her chest (felt the nipples!) while she felt me down and i was licking her body. all in the middle of the dance floor. she was completely womanly... soft, kissing her was just like a woman, not gruff like a guy for those that have already asked. i mean the tranny technology today is amazing. seriously. perfect body and the face which they usually can't get totally womanly, this one was very womanly...
or maybe it was dark and i was on crack.
anyhow, she's like let's go home... i was like where do you live? she's like no- your house. i'm like i'm staying on a friend's couch in the mission or... well no offense, butt i can't really take you to my mother's house.
her little gay guard dogg came up to her and probably said something like "be careful of the slimeballs"
and then i started dancing with him as if to say, "hey i'm cool!" hmm... he wasn't completely buying it. we went to the bar and she asked for a drink and the tough ass deaf lesbian bartender (god bless the end up) was signaling something to us, butt we couldn't comprehend so she wrote on a cocktail napkin "security has cut you off" and then she glared up and gave me the evil eye.i was like... well, nothing more is probably going to happen. so i said thanks and wished her a happy new year.
i went to where i was going and then had little more crack and then was going to jerk it to some porn sites. i actually wondered if i could get off on a tranny site and tried it, but after about 8 seconds i was like... hm. probably not.
i dunno. mebbe it was 11 seconds.
i wondered what really would have happened though had we gotten to a bedroom and i opened the christmas present and... well. i guess we'll never know.
i'm not being sarcastic at all when i say that some experiences in my life are so beautiful i want to cry.
happy new year friends.
i love you,
poo!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
totes not fair...
after the 4th year of moving to new york, i would come back to san francisco and notice the difference in women in new york and women in san francisco. new york is ridiculous. the enormous wealth of beauty and the crazy standards of it have warped and twisted my mind so that i can't even appreciate cute anymore. somewhere i dated a model and it's almost like it's become 9 and up for me.
it's kind of a problem.
however this whole foot/ankle shit this summer has made me look at a bunch of things in a different light. one of the things this summer was that i was holed up all of summe and it was like summer and new york was sexy and i was missing out on it.
i decided to become a bit of slut and just sleep with anyone. well not anyone, but 8.5's and up!
=)
anushow, as i started hanging out with these girls i realized that they are entirely more down. i'm not saying that the models are not smart or fun. i'm sure there's a whole bunch that are down...
you konw what. i got off track.
i meant to talk about san francisco women. anyhow, now that i've regained my sanity and don't chase after extreme beauty anymore and finally have the re-realization of compatibility... i've fallen in love about 40 times in san francisco. the girls here are tougher, smarter, cooler, and sexier.
or i could be forgetting. but for the longest time, i thought the women in sf were frumpy and dressed like clowns. i mean, my roots are from sf and thank god. sf is all about individuality as opposed to new york where everyone wears uggs one year, then everyone wears gladiators the following spring, followed by everyone wearing the same shit. and black is king. thank god i'm from san francisco where color is alive and everyone dresses like frumpy clowns. it's the better of the two and thank god they go for it, butt some of it comes off wrong to me now.
maybe i'm more conservative now as i'm older, but i think i've reached a balance of the two.
i forget the point of this post.
happy new year and happy holidays.
i love san francisco, glad i'm from here, and i have fallen in love with the women in san francisco again....
yay!
it's kind of a problem.
however this whole foot/ankle shit this summer has made me look at a bunch of things in a different light. one of the things this summer was that i was holed up all of summe and it was like summer and new york was sexy and i was missing out on it.
i decided to become a bit of slut and just sleep with anyone. well not anyone, but 8.5's and up!
=)
anushow, as i started hanging out with these girls i realized that they are entirely more down. i'm not saying that the models are not smart or fun. i'm sure there's a whole bunch that are down...
you konw what. i got off track.
i meant to talk about san francisco women. anyhow, now that i've regained my sanity and don't chase after extreme beauty anymore and finally have the re-realization of compatibility... i've fallen in love about 40 times in san francisco. the girls here are tougher, smarter, cooler, and sexier.
or i could be forgetting. but for the longest time, i thought the women in sf were frumpy and dressed like clowns. i mean, my roots are from sf and thank god. sf is all about individuality as opposed to new york where everyone wears uggs one year, then everyone wears gladiators the following spring, followed by everyone wearing the same shit. and black is king. thank god i'm from san francisco where color is alive and everyone dresses like frumpy clowns. it's the better of the two and thank god they go for it, butt some of it comes off wrong to me now.
maybe i'm more conservative now as i'm older, but i think i've reached a balance of the two.
i forget the point of this post.
happy new year and happy holidays.
i love san francisco, glad i'm from here, and i have fallen in love with the women in san francisco again....
yay!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
fear - my new years rez
Though he often diverted the conversation when asked about his approach to filmmaking, Mr. Kurosawa frequently described his attitude toward art in similar terms. "To be an artist," he once said, "means never to avert one's eyes."
Mr. Kurosawa also once described a trip he made with his brother, Heigo, through the ruins of Tokyo after a massive earthquake in 1923. More than 140,000 people died in the fires that followed the quake. But as the pair moved through the ruins, Mr. Kurosawa said, his brother insisted that the young Akira look closely at the charred corpses.
"If you shut your eyes to a frightening sight, you end up being frightened," Akira remembered Heigo telling him. "If you look at everything straight on, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Mr. Kurosawa also once described a trip he made with his brother, Heigo, through the ruins of Tokyo after a massive earthquake in 1923. More than 140,000 people died in the fires that followed the quake. But as the pair moved through the ruins, Mr. Kurosawa said, his brother insisted that the young Akira look closely at the charred corpses.
"If you shut your eyes to a frightening sight, you end up being frightened," Akira remembered Heigo telling him. "If you look at everything straight on, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
fuck
Sho! thish ish firftee shevemp- (sorry, let me put in my dentures-)
*click* okay…
So! This is thirty seven! “It’s not so bad” I thought as I downed my second can of ensure and fastened the straps on my depends. I put on my tri-focals and squinted at my list of things I had to do today in my newfound elderly state:
11:00 eat applesauce
12:00 take a nap
1:30 play cribbgage
3:30 take a nap
4:00 collect coins
4:30 complain
5:15 take a nap
6:00 knit
8:00 try to use the self service checkout counter and get confused when trying to pay with a check. When the attendant comes, I will say I also have some coupons.
Thanks family for remembering this day. This very special day in your life. Maybe the most important day in all your life. Probably the most significant event in the history of all mank-
Anyways… freals- Thanks so much for making this surreal segment of my life, extremely tolerable.
*click* okay…
So! This is thirty seven! “It’s not so bad” I thought as I downed my second can of ensure and fastened the straps on my depends. I put on my tri-focals and squinted at my list of things I had to do today in my newfound elderly state:
11:00 eat applesauce
12:00 take a nap
1:30 play cribbgage
3:30 take a nap
4:00 collect coins
4:30 complain
5:15 take a nap
6:00 knit
8:00 try to use the self service checkout counter and get confused when trying to pay with a check. When the attendant comes, I will say I also have some coupons.
Thanks family for remembering this day. This very special day in your life. Maybe the most important day in all your life. Probably the most significant event in the history of all mank-
Anyways… freals- Thanks so much for making this surreal segment of my life, extremely tolerable.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
lots have passed...
god you gotta be-
shit. what was i writing?
anushow, i'm in tomkins sq park today working and the weather is glorious here on the last day of my 36th year. god. after being cooped up for ten weeks, i am looking around at the local talent and i think i will just about fuck anything that moves. including you over there you sexy squirrel...
forever came over a coupla wednesdays ago. it was funny. we were gon see a movie, but got stoned instead and then we started talking and laughing and it was nice. i had lotsa gas from eating so much wegetables butt i had to squeeze the cheeks see because you know... new girl and all. and then we were laughing so hard that a little goose egg of a fart slipped out. i started laughing harder and she's like what's so funny duddy? and so i say, oh! she's cool! and then i fart again and this time since i been holdin it all in for like 2 hours, a matt daddy fart comes out and shakes the foundation. and then she looks sincerely confused and has no idea what happened like in lost when the big time/space flash warp happens.
anyways i decide to kiss her out of the blue and we do and it's nice. she's a freak so it's nice. she tries to go to argentina, but i had to pull her up because i hadn't showered in 3 weeks.
i'm such a gentleman.
the oc took me out to peasant, i spent a coupla days in the north fork. i'm working again a bit and walking around. feels good.
it's fall though and although today is splendid, i can't believe i missed a fucking summer of my life.
show me the money...
shit. what was i writing?
anushow, i'm in tomkins sq park today working and the weather is glorious here on the last day of my 36th year. god. after being cooped up for ten weeks, i am looking around at the local talent and i think i will just about fuck anything that moves. including you over there you sexy squirrel...
forever came over a coupla wednesdays ago. it was funny. we were gon see a movie, but got stoned instead and then we started talking and laughing and it was nice. i had lotsa gas from eating so much wegetables butt i had to squeeze the cheeks see because you know... new girl and all. and then we were laughing so hard that a little goose egg of a fart slipped out. i started laughing harder and she's like what's so funny duddy? and so i say, oh! she's cool! and then i fart again and this time since i been holdin it all in for like 2 hours, a matt daddy fart comes out and shakes the foundation. and then she looks sincerely confused and has no idea what happened like in lost when the big time/space flash warp happens.
anyways i decide to kiss her out of the blue and we do and it's nice. she's a freak so it's nice. she tries to go to argentina, but i had to pull her up because i hadn't showered in 3 weeks.
i'm such a gentleman.
the oc took me out to peasant, i spent a coupla days in the north fork. i'm working again a bit and walking around. feels good.
it's fall though and although today is splendid, i can't believe i missed a fucking summer of my life.
show me the money...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
stoopid
today i just wrote a very long letter to yeya who never writes me back. i haven't done this since i saw my shrinky dink. my old mode of thought is, what have i got to lose when i write these long ass emails to these people. and then in retrospect, it is some of the stupidest shit i've ever done.
i really haven't done it since judge gotomayer and have become calm, but i diddit again today and i think it's dumb.
butt you know what? i was about to stop writing, butt i just remembered that amidst all the anxiety and neurosis that went into these crazy emails to women, i remember that i was missing the passion that existed when i did this and it actually came back again today. i'm not going crazy about if she'll write back, butt at least i wrote a passionate email to a woman again, instead of the usual... "i've been good thanks, weekend was fun... let's meet up"
i was going to include an excerpt, butt i just reread the email and it is embarrassing...
butt passionate!
rather be insane and crazy and full of passion, that sedate and mundane. even if it means being more peaceful...
maybe not. butt maybe...
i really haven't done it since judge gotomayer and have become calm, but i diddit again today and i think it's dumb.
butt you know what? i was about to stop writing, butt i just remembered that amidst all the anxiety and neurosis that went into these crazy emails to women, i remember that i was missing the passion that existed when i did this and it actually came back again today. i'm not going crazy about if she'll write back, butt at least i wrote a passionate email to a woman again, instead of the usual... "i've been good thanks, weekend was fun... let's meet up"
i was going to include an excerpt, butt i just reread the email and it is embarrassing...
butt passionate!
rather be insane and crazy and full of passion, that sedate and mundane. even if it means being more peaceful...
maybe not. butt maybe...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
i ate a tomato
did i say i was recording my dreams? i dreamed a buncha FOB's were grouped around babs and daddy's new home in newport beach and they were all wearing duveritca puffy jackets from their fall/winter season.
i am dying to get filthy's windbreaks, butt they ain't selling anywheres in the us...
nice site tho - and if anyone can locate the men's spring 09 shit...
had lunch with fun club today. we had a slight thing 3 years ago and then i think i ended it because...
anyways... she's super cute and quirky... just way buddhist for me right now to the point where i feel a bit cheese. it's all me and it's a beautiful thing to bless your food in the thoughts that it will help heal you, but it takes a minute. butt like i said. that's an mp, not a yp
i mean... god i hope people don't actually read this shit, butt... ack- ne'er mind. i'll keep me mouth shut.
i admit. i smoke up a storm when stan was over last night. she don't read this... we have been getting together surprisingly well and she has been a wonderful help since she came back from turks.
ugh... what am i doing. this is pathetic.
okay- more lates.
i am dying to get filthy's windbreaks, butt they ain't selling anywheres in the us...
nice site tho - and if anyone can locate the men's spring 09 shit...
had lunch with fun club today. we had a slight thing 3 years ago and then i think i ended it because...
anyways... she's super cute and quirky... just way buddhist for me right now to the point where i feel a bit cheese. it's all me and it's a beautiful thing to bless your food in the thoughts that it will help heal you, but it takes a minute. butt like i said. that's an mp, not a yp
i mean... god i hope people don't actually read this shit, butt... ack- ne'er mind. i'll keep me mouth shut.
i admit. i smoke up a storm when stan was over last night. she don't read this... we have been getting together surprisingly well and she has been a wonderful help since she came back from turks.
ugh... what am i doing. this is pathetic.
okay- more lates.
Monday, August 17, 2009
***dreams***
dudes...
i have been having crazy guaco loco asada dreams as of late- like jung (me and him have lot in common) i've been writing down my dreams every morning and it's like anything with repetition. you just get better at it. so, i been writing down my dreams and i been remembering more and more every day. espesh with this chantix i been taking which is supposed to make you go crazy.... and it's making me have insane dreams which i love... anushow, i recommend it to everyone who likes freak...
so yesterday i dreamt that my apartment was broken in to and that everything was stolen. i remember blaming the roosky because he was feeding the squirrels and left the window unlocked. they took everything except the my farmhouse table bench because that shit weighs 300 pounds. that's not much fun. what's much fun is that it was so vivid that i was like "please let this be a dream, please let this be a dream" in my dream and then wheni woke from m y dream within my dream, shit was still stolen. so... way lucid dreamshit. then also i've been having a recurring dream of being able to walk and last night i think i was walking or crutching and then i fell down. i think i was trying to walk on my foot and i fell on it or some shit.
pretty sure that happened. maybe it was because i was a little fucked up and shit, but it was weird.
anyhow today i was paranoid about my foot feeling weird and dislocated and fucking up my foot even more.
recognize unwrapped it and it looke cool... so i think we're good.
you should write down your dreams, freak.
i have been having crazy guaco loco asada dreams as of late- like jung (me and him have lot in common) i've been writing down my dreams every morning and it's like anything with repetition. you just get better at it. so, i been writing down my dreams and i been remembering more and more every day. espesh with this chantix i been taking which is supposed to make you go crazy.... and it's making me have insane dreams which i love... anushow, i recommend it to everyone who likes freak...
so yesterday i dreamt that my apartment was broken in to and that everything was stolen. i remember blaming the roosky because he was feeding the squirrels and left the window unlocked. they took everything except the my farmhouse table bench because that shit weighs 300 pounds. that's not much fun. what's much fun is that it was so vivid that i was like "please let this be a dream, please let this be a dream" in my dream and then wheni woke from m y dream within my dream, shit was still stolen. so... way lucid dreamshit. then also i've been having a recurring dream of being able to walk and last night i think i was walking or crutching and then i fell down. i think i was trying to walk on my foot and i fell on it or some shit.
pretty sure that happened. maybe it was because i was a little fucked up and shit, but it was weird.
anyhow today i was paranoid about my foot feeling weird and dislocated and fucking up my foot even more.
recognize unwrapped it and it looke cool... so i think we're good.
you should write down your dreams, freak.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
surgery, part doo!
ahhhh...
what's todaze. just turned midnight on sundee august 16, 2009. what a surreal summer. every day passes and while it's one of the worst, wettest summers on record in ny- there are the occasional byoots like today where the days are absolutely glorious. the prime usda choice summer days in new york that are dry enough so my hair behaves and i'm not sweating product into my face and my face is dry, butt it's still so ever hot ass hot so that the city slows down for a change and not only that, they're all walking around naked.
dude. i lubbit so much.butt! today was one of those -and i woke up after not sleeping for two days because of a little pain and also pain killers. today was one of those days and i tried to sleep for as long as i could, because these days that's the funnest t
hing because time passes the quickes when you're sleeping. also i'm on the chantix which is known to give you crazy dreams and a coupla times i got the insane dreams and they are so vivid and so much fun.anyways... more lates. i'm a bit tired of writing, but had the second surgery on thurgery and ... well- i'll tell you lates.
chowder!
poo!
Friday, August 07, 2009
you know who raised me?
so today since i can't move, hero went out to get my medication and some mixing bowls from moma. before she left she made me drink the rest of the prune juice to make room in me meager fridge. i was on a bunch painkillers so she was making me drink prune juice like everyday. hmm... so there was a little bit left and i've been off the meds, so i'm like no dude, if i drink it- you gotta drink it too. so we splitsville the rest...
then she went outand got my medication and she felt a little rumblin' in her pants. she was at the moma store in soho and was like. umm... you got a bathroom? they said across the street at startbucks. she went across the street and then there was a long ass line. she started prarie doggin' and then when she went in she had to throw away her underwear because it was soiled.
she went back to moma to buy my mixing bowls.
classy.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
5 weeks...
oookay...
i think i'm officially over it. i ain't depressed or nothin, butt now there's really not that much to be happy about. it's summer and i wish i was out. i hate being on the couch. i have started writing more, read a lot of books, butt it's definitely not really me. i ventured out a couple times and i don't really like having to depend on people to help me out so that kinda bloze as well. also when i see people, usually i try to give off the impression that all is good in my life- because usually it is. butt i think this is a rather solemn period.
went to the doctor today. i'm a little pissed right now so excuse me if i'm venting latte, butt the second surgery got pushed back because the skin is still so fucked and we can't make any cutz into it or we risk infection to the bone which would be a disaster.
see?
wack.
today when i was pooping at the doctors, bilya freaked me out with all the germs in hospitals so i used those toilet covers. i haven't used on of those since jr. high! i remember i would always use them, and the i remember sinstain and hero came up to davis and we had a great debate on whether or not they were of any value. shinstain and i were both like, dood! just give it a good wipedown and sit down! hero conceded defeat and stopped using them.
i am so going to enjoy next summer.
i think i'm officially over it. i ain't depressed or nothin, butt now there's really not that much to be happy about. it's summer and i wish i was out. i hate being on the couch. i have started writing more, read a lot of books, butt it's definitely not really me. i ventured out a couple times and i don't really like having to depend on people to help me out so that kinda bloze as well. also when i see people, usually i try to give off the impression that all is good in my life- because usually it is. butt i think this is a rather solemn period.
went to the doctor today. i'm a little pissed right now so excuse me if i'm venting latte, butt the second surgery got pushed back because the skin is still so fucked and we can't make any cutz into it or we risk infection to the bone which would be a disaster.
see?
wack.
today when i was pooping at the doctors, bilya freaked me out with all the germs in hospitals so i used those toilet covers. i haven't used on of those since jr. high! i remember i would always use them, and the i remember sinstain and hero came up to davis and we had a great debate on whether or not they were of any value. shinstain and i were both like, dood! just give it a good wipedown and sit down! hero conceded defeat and stopped using them.
i am so going to enjoy next summer.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
weak
summer is here in new york.
i have been writing a lot of childhood memoirs lately maybe because i just finished reading a sedaris book. all my outrageous stories either have to do with sex or drugs. why are they such funny topics? i don't even know if the stories are that outlandish. hmm... i really need to talk to you about my last trips to brazil and england huh...
ate like a king again yesterday. had lunch at the spotted pig followed by second lunch at philippe chow and then at din, filthy and i split a turkey club. it would be a dream life to just walk around new york trying new eats at these fine food places if it weren't for this cumbersome lumbersome pain in the ass foot i gotta lug everywheres. but y'know...
s'aight.
i thought writing everyday would excercise myself as a muscle and things wouuld just magically pop up into my head to write about.
guess not!
i have been writing a lot of childhood memoirs lately maybe because i just finished reading a sedaris book. all my outrageous stories either have to do with sex or drugs. why are they such funny topics? i don't even know if the stories are that outlandish. hmm... i really need to talk to you about my last trips to brazil and england huh...
ate like a king again yesterday. had lunch at the spotted pig followed by second lunch at philippe chow and then at din, filthy and i split a turkey club. it would be a dream life to just walk around new york trying new eats at these fine food places if it weren't for this cumbersome lumbersome pain in the ass foot i gotta lug everywheres. but y'know...
s'aight.
i thought writing everyday would excercise myself as a muscle and things wouuld just magically pop up into my head to write about.
guess not!
Monday, July 27, 2009
happy anusversary!!!
so-
today marks the one month anniversary of the lovely day when my brave and valiant little ankle and foot was crushed by the freight truck, an evil mignon of the commercial trucking empire. not quite a month. i guess a month, people recognize as the same date in the next month or whatever.
dude. have you seen cash cab? it's dope... i'm watching it right now and i love it-
so anyways. not a month exactly, but 4 weeks ago. to be honest... it sucks. friends have been helpful and family has come, but you know... it's new york. people have their lives to live. and living in new york gives you little time to help others. but isness has been angelic and been helping me almost every day. it's also that i'm a difficult mix. everyone has offered me everything from time and money. i decline because 1) i'm stubborn and proud and don't want people to think i need help and 2) i think most people really care, but don't think that it's fun. i mean i don't blame them. i love people, but it's no trip to the water slide park to go to the hospital and hang out with them for a bit. so usually i decline any sort of help. and then to balance that out i'm also a bitch beause i feel neglected when people don't call or flake or visit. so i guess i'm a bit of a stubborn bitch.
what's more is that it's summer and i'm a summer boy... i do miss it. when i've had to go places, i use the car service because i'm over on avenue d and i love it if the driver doesn't know the city too well because then i get to drive around the city longer and just look at the people. it's that time of year when the whole city is walking around naked and it's hot and sticky and i love it. that's been the worst part this thing.
it feels like i been grounded...
today marks the one month anniversary of the lovely day when my brave and valiant little ankle and foot was crushed by the freight truck, an evil mignon of the commercial trucking empire. not quite a month. i guess a month, people recognize as the same date in the next month or whatever.
dude. have you seen cash cab? it's dope... i'm watching it right now and i love it-
so anyways. not a month exactly, but 4 weeks ago. to be honest... it sucks. friends have been helpful and family has come, but you know... it's new york. people have their lives to live. and living in new york gives you little time to help others. but isness has been angelic and been helping me almost every day. it's also that i'm a difficult mix. everyone has offered me everything from time and money. i decline because 1) i'm stubborn and proud and don't want people to think i need help and 2) i think most people really care, but don't think that it's fun. i mean i don't blame them. i love people, but it's no trip to the water slide park to go to the hospital and hang out with them for a bit. so usually i decline any sort of help. and then to balance that out i'm also a bitch beause i feel neglected when people don't call or flake or visit. so i guess i'm a bit of a stubborn bitch.
what's more is that it's summer and i'm a summer boy... i do miss it. when i've had to go places, i use the car service because i'm over on avenue d and i love it if the driver doesn't know the city too well because then i get to drive around the city longer and just look at the people. it's that time of year when the whole city is walking around naked and it's hot and sticky and i love it. that's been the worst part this thing.
it feels like i been grounded...
Sunday, July 26, 2009
fat fatbacks's fatassss song...
well no wonder why people gain weight if they don't do anything...
dude.
so. i been unable to move from my couch for the past 4 weeks and have been stuffing myself ridiculously. yesterday i wanted indian food but wanted to try 3 items on the menu instead of just the fish thingy. so i get the fish thingy, the predictable but benchmarkable chicken tikka masala, and the okra, cuz i think i need some veg action going on, only to realize upon delivs that they like the rest of the indian food (at least north, or at least the north indian on 6th street) are drowned in oil. i tried mitali east because they got okay reviews on the chowhound
dude. whatever. anyways. i end up gettin 3 entrees and some rice and naan solo and until i realize it's 60 bucks. i have a gift certificate so whatevs. i get it and eat it all. not that it was particularly delicious, but it was easier than puttting away in the fridge in my condition. i can't really move things.
crutches are crippling themselves. if you're on crutches, you can't friggin carry a glass from the kitch to the table. it sucks. you have to get some sorta plastic cup and just fill half way and bite it, or just eat and drink in the kitchen, or get cans or bottles and throw that shit to where you're gunna drink it.
regardless. i've been eating like a pig. i have never been more sedentary in all my life. and thus. my shit- especially the affected leg feels a bit like tofu. it's nuts how quick atrophy can set in. right before the injury i got tested for bodyfat and was at like 7%.
no mo!
dude.
so. i been unable to move from my couch for the past 4 weeks and have been stuffing myself ridiculously. yesterday i wanted indian food but wanted to try 3 items on the menu instead of just the fish thingy. so i get the fish thingy, the predictable but benchmarkable chicken tikka masala, and the okra, cuz i think i need some veg action going on, only to realize upon delivs that they like the rest of the indian food (at least north, or at least the north indian on 6th street) are drowned in oil. i tried mitali east because they got okay reviews on the chowhound
dude. whatever. anyways. i end up gettin 3 entrees and some rice and naan solo and until i realize it's 60 bucks. i have a gift certificate so whatevs. i get it and eat it all. not that it was particularly delicious, but it was easier than puttting away in the fridge in my condition. i can't really move things.
crutches are crippling themselves. if you're on crutches, you can't friggin carry a glass from the kitch to the table. it sucks. you have to get some sorta plastic cup and just fill half way and bite it, or just eat and drink in the kitchen, or get cans or bottles and throw that shit to where you're gunna drink it.
regardless. i've been eating like a pig. i have never been more sedentary in all my life. and thus. my shit- especially the affected leg feels a bit like tofu. it's nuts how quick atrophy can set in. right before the injury i got tested for bodyfat and was at like 7%.
no mo!
Monday, July 20, 2009
frankenfooter..
oooh.
i sar the foot today. aside from the foot having scabs all over it, the left side of my calf had 5 inches of pretty big sutures. it looked like the side of a rawlings baseball glove. or a tie up crotch of one of them country rock stars. anushow, i'm coming to terms with reality and just expecting the worst. i know i'll be able to walk fine which is most important, but as far as dancing the way i could, jumping and my speed. i may be able to do things like a normal person can so i'm happy, however for a while i believed i had better than average skills in fancy footwork.
we'll see....
mom left today. gosh. i lover her so much it makes me ache. grapefruit, mattress, and billya later stopped by today to keep company and get loopy and help out and take me to the doc.
i appreciate it mucho.
shit my foot's starting to feel pressure again and now i'm in a permanent cast.
we'll see....
poo!
i sar the foot today. aside from the foot having scabs all over it, the left side of my calf had 5 inches of pretty big sutures. it looked like the side of a rawlings baseball glove. or a tie up crotch of one of them country rock stars. anushow, i'm coming to terms with reality and just expecting the worst. i know i'll be able to walk fine which is most important, but as far as dancing the way i could, jumping and my speed. i may be able to do things like a normal person can so i'm happy, however for a while i believed i had better than average skills in fancy footwork.
we'll see....
mom left today. gosh. i lover her so much it makes me ache. grapefruit, mattress, and billya later stopped by today to keep company and get loopy and help out and take me to the doc.
i appreciate it mucho.
shit my foot's starting to feel pressure again and now i'm in a permanent cast.
we'll see....
poo!
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