johnnyfive

there is a creepy, old house up the street from my house where this old hermit lives. i've never seen him until tonight, under the cover of night and lit only by moonlight. but there he was, tall despite his hunched back, mowing his lawn while everyone else was watching prime time television. his gait had some kind of impedement, as he crabwalked more than marched behind the rickety, old lawnmower. it makes me think of the creepy, old man from home alone meets al from a straight story.
okay, so it's time for me to ask: what's up with that new fake-mohawk hairstyle? you know the one i'm talking about, it's basically an extension of the perfectly-messed up hairdo. it's weird how trends spread, but when you serve coffee to a bunch of young gay men, you get to see the slightest of trends paraded around and worn into the ground every night, and this pseudo mohawk thingy is for the bird!
the best thing(s) about this time of year: the changing of seasons... the firey canopy of leaves that falls to the earth...chimneys spilling their wintery potpourri into the crisp air...the way everyone's cheeks get rosey red and their noses glow when their cold.
the worst thing about this time of year: signs on lawns declaring political preferences for shit you've never heard of or cared about like "chair-counsel-seat-person"...ladies with pins that blink, light up, or can be pulled to make legs and arms jump...couples with matching outfits (unless they're super heros).
and now for the sad news...
boo! the kitty has ran away. she got loose and bolted. it's been over four hours. please come home boo!