johnnyfive

as i stood in the backyard dandilion seeds were floating in the wind like snow whiskers and i liked the way the blue of the blue sky creeped through the green of the green tree leaves as i peered up through the tangled limbs of oaks and mimosas and elms. the trees in my town lean over streets holding hands with their gnarly branches, making a canopy of season over asphalt highways and backroads.
i thought of my obsession with pens. i really had a crush on zebra fine point ball point pens; with the click action. but the ink didn't run smoothly albeit it did not smudge. then i got on the r.s.v.p. pens; fine as well. they are smooth rolling and the ink is prominent, but could be darker. today, i bought a zebra telescopic collapsable pen; medium point. i think i like it.
so there's this creepy swedish gay guy that keeps hitting on me at the coffehouse. he's got buckshot acne, a horrible accent, and he's pretty much disgusting; not to mention i'm not gay. but he keeps brushing past me and does shit like this.... the other day he's walking out and i'm walking in and he's carrying a coffee so i hold the door open for him and he motions for me to go ahead and come in. so i do. but as soon as i start to walk through the door he comes out and rubs against me and mubbles something that i try to ignore. then on my break, i'm reading a book and he brushes past my table and hangs out in my periphial vision like a foot from my back and stares at me just long enough for me to notice and i look up and he smiles a gross smile amd walks away. then a coworker is on a smoke break outside and hears him talking about me and he's saying that i'm giving him "moon eyes" and his friend says he should just ask me out on a date. and now when he comes in i try to avoid him politely yet like he's the fucking plague and it apparently comes off like i'm playing cute shy boy. fuck all. now i've got to be an ass and tell gay homeboy to fuck off. it's almost not worth the creepy side effects to work at the coffehouse.