internet is for interneties.

I’m not using the internet for a little bit.

sorry.

xo

Ok Jesus, i see it now …

So i know nobody will read these lyrics. maybe you should listen to the song … But it fits too perfectly… it’s a sign… lets see how it ends…

I’m glad to see you
I had a funny dream
You were wearing funny shoes
You were going to a dance
You were dressed like a punk but you are too young
to remember

Glad to see you
I’m outside the house
I’m not thinking right today
I’ve got no energy
I’m glad that you are waiting with me
Tell me all about your day

Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
And wondering how things could’ve been

I’m happy for you
You’ve made it hard for me
I counted on your company
You are staying with your friends tonight
I’m feeling sorry for myself
I keep taking everything to be a sign

I’m happy for you
Now I know this hurt is poison
Too sharp to be bled
I’m sitting on my empty bed
I’m on my empty bed
At night the fever grows it’s pounding pounding pounding

I’d rather be in Tokyo
I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo

Scary moment, I’m lovin’ every moment
I was high from playing shows
We lost a singer to her clothes
My trouble raised its ugly head
I was revealed
And I was home in bed
I was a kid again

Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in
the world
And protect the wayward child
But I’m a little lost sheep
I need my Bo Peep
I know I need my shepherd here tonight

Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
And wondering how things could’ve been

I’d like to see you
But really I should stay away
And let you settle down
I’ve got no claims to your crown
I was the boss of you
And I loved you
You know I loved you
It’s all over now

And I was there for you
When you were lonely
I was there when you were bad
I was there when you were sad
Now it’s my time of need
I’m thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side?

I’d rather be in Tokyo
I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo

Holy shit… like everything that was said in this song just direclty corresponds to a conversation i just had.

xo

black bird slow and softly breaks a glass of wine

Dont you just love those people who will hang out with someone for one night, and then be like,” you know what, i think they deserve to be in my top 8 (or 12 or 16…)”

The way i use my top friends is pretty much by who’s page i’m looking at the most, and who i leave comments on the most. I have good friends who arn’t in my top friends… It’s just people that actually talk to me, and people that i talk to… besides one person on there.

I have 0 plans for today. probably cause i have 0 friends. but i can entertain myself for awhile… i usually end up spending money i dont have when i do though…

Or what about those people who leave bulletins of really fucking stupid surveys… and half the questions are :i’m not sure… or i dont know….  Nobody gives a hoot about one word answers and i dont know’s, if your going to fill one out, at least be detailed so i can acutally get to know you a little better. am i right sam ? hhmmm

I got some ryan adams stuck in my head… “….well everybody wants to go on forever, i just wanna burn out hard and bright!”

who wants to see pictures of me with my shirt off ?

me with a skin tight turtle neck on. christmas 2005.

xo

totally forgot what i was going to write… shit !

ok… so i really did forget what i was going to write in here… i came here for a reason…

Well i’ll just write and see where it goes…. i’ll tell you about my day starting backwards….

• I was recording a song, i had the guitar track all done, about a 4 minute song… usually takes me a lot of takes to get it down without messing up… and then i guess my computer decided it didn’t like the song, so it shut down my program and i lost everything…
• ate some no bake cookies.
• layed down listening to sufjan waiting for somebody to talk to me
• finished cleaning my room
• put together a computer desk, it was really fucking hard, and i got really hot and bothered.
• continued cleaning my room, i mean really cleaning my room.
• went through my old music magazines that i bought when elliott died to try and find articles… i found a couple…
• went to fred meyer and bought absolutly nothing.. but wondered around for 30 minutes
• went to lowes, i always refer people over to lowes when we dont have the shit they want, and i was right next door, so i thought i would go check it out….. THEY HAVE SOOO MUCH STUFF IN THERE! Like every single tool that sears has except cheaper and they carry better quality products… shhh
• Went to office depot to look at external hard drives and to see if they had a cheaper computer desk than wal mart
• went to wal mart and bought a 2 pack of surge protectors… i think thats what they call them… the 6 outlet thing… one for the tv area, one for the computer area….
• Started cleaning my room, i was really into today, mostley because i knew i wouldn’t have anything better to do, and it was way past due for a good cleaning, and then i thought, hmm maybe i should also make my room baby proof, just incase any babies come in here.
• Took a shower, and brushed my teeth and got dressed…
• woke up at 12:30
• i was sleeping and some one else called, so i picked up my phone and apparently didn’t answer it
• i was sleeping and somebody called , and i thought about answering it, but i tend to forget anything anybody tells me when they call in the morning and then i go back to sleep.
• went to bed

Ok, so that leaves me at where i needed to be… it was yesterday… before i went to bed… i was listening to stuff me and dave recorded, and i’m listening really hard at this track that was really quiet… and it was elliott smith playing… and then along comes daves voice, he’s saying really weird words, and making noises. i had no clue what he was trying to do, but then i remembered somebody told me that dave would record his french tests onto his mini-disk player and listen to the song while he took the test… but he had actual music running in the back so nobody would be able to tell… It was funny for me.

xo

vibrate vibrate….”private number”… answer

hello

Hi may i speak with eric ?

yeah this is him

hi eric, i’m from the united states army, i didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?

No you didn’t

ok, do you have a few minutes  ?

yes i do, but actually i’m not intersted in anything that has to do with the army, thanks anyway…. hang up !!

I usually stay on the phone because i’m too much of a pussy to just hang up.

soul patrol

xo

seeing as this IS my blog

I can say whatever i want, and express whatever i feel , and if people get mad, well then fuck them, right?

And i’m sure i have, and i will offend lots of people with my views and anybody looking to beat me up, go ahead, it’s quiet possible that pain brings me pleasure. it’s possible.,;
But you know , like i’ve said many times , i work at sears, and right across the parking lot is that resturaunt that puts on this clean, fun , energetic , enthusiastic people friendy atmoshpere, but I have learned from all my experiences that red robin is not home of the “smiling burger” but home of a lot of lame/trashy/fucked up/perverted people. not all, but most. Thats a mighty fine mask you got on RR, but to me it looks like plastic, and i can see right through that.]\

“eric leffler, those were some really hurtful words you said”

were they really ? no, it’s all opinons, which is similar to the word onion, but with more P’s and I’s.

WOOO, i’m out to get the whole world to hate me, at least southern oregon, which will soon be the state of jefferson, or what i would like to call it, the redneck state of america: home of a shit load a pointless lifted trucks and/or fox stickers….

one day i will move away and it’s going to be fucking funny because all the people who will hate me, but then they will hate me even more because they cant find me to tell me cuss’s to my face.
if i dont die first, but then they can come spit on my headstone and it will be equally as satisfying.

oooo, my head is throbibinbg (that was my attempt at writing “throbing”)

i’ve only been swimming once this summer, thats very different from the past. i dont really tell anybody my reasons for deciding to not swim. i’ll swim in a pool occasionally. but no bodies of water unless i’m desperate. I’m very weird. Definatly no applegate river ever.

this has been eric loeffler, and another late night, thank you for reading, and then the opposite of thanks in advance for 0 comments.

xo

of course it’s my fault

of course it’s my fault when we dont carry paint anymore at sears, and when that mexicans cordless drill kept breaking because he was using it for construction when it was built for home use… p.s. i couldn’t really understand him and wanted to slap him on the cheek.

So i’ve been sick now for a couple days:

• sore throat
• runny nose
• headache
• coughing
• exghuastion
• my belly hurts

someone needs to make me feel better   I just blew my nose, and literally maybe 2 table spoons of snot came out. i dont know where the hell it came from, but it was a hugs mess on the towel i’ve been using to blow my nose… yeah i’ve just been using a towel so i dont waste paper. Maybe i’m going to die? it’s possible that this is more than a cold, everybody needs to be overly worried for me.

thank you jesse and kendra for visiting me at work, and then going to lunch with me. I like visitors a lot at work.

no

no XO for that last post because i was angry.

xo

and i shut my eyes again and headed for the dark hillside

Ok,so incase anybody was worried about me getting sick, all your worrying paid off because i am sick

I get to open and close tomorrow at work. it was hard enough today just working 6 hours. what the hell am i going to do tomorrow? anybody have drugs for this situation, i only need them to work for 9 hours.

got some cd’s today

decemberists (unreleased)

bright eye cd … tracks recorded between 1995-1997

new pete yorn

mountain goats

horse the band

broken social scene

g love

so, i’m dissapointed to say that all my readers are fucking boring as hell.. really does it take so much effort to say anything to me , or comment on anything… this excludes sam, he’s in ny so thats ok…

we must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul

So incase you dont know, what i do when i’m terribly bored or lonely is go to a park, or quiet place and play guitar. Every single time i play guitar someone has to come up to me and talk, usually always a druggie or a drunk or a bum, or try to listen to me play… Well some weird guy came up to me and i’m not sure what kind of druggie he was, just probably a pot head… but he tells me he’s been playing guitar for 20 years, but he cant play anymore because he owes his uncle a shit load of money and until he pays him , his uncle wont give him his guitar back…. and even if he did get it, he would probably pawn it. then he road off and told me he would be back in a little bit and he would show me a song, i was scared he was going to just steal my guitar, so i went to a different spot… i was at bear creek park, so i went over to where the stage was, and they were setting up for a concert that was tonight, and this bum comes up to me and asks me if i’ve seen a rottweiler walk by, very much dunk, infact still had the can in his brown bag, i tell him no and he starts walking away, just then, from the opposite side comes this other bum, he has this rottweiler on a leash, i bet it was the one that guy was looking for, and they were go ing to get in a fight, but the guy ran away. So they were setting up for a concert tonight, a gospel band was playing.. and up behind the stage comes two suburbans, theres a brother hanging out of the sun roof, and out comes a 6 or more black guys, all dressed thug, and with their jerseys on, This was the band that was playing tonight, not your stereotypical gospel band… well one of the guys comes up to me and was like ” what kin-a aze you got there” and i showed him ” you mind if i touch it ? ” … i said “no, you can even play it if you want ” so he played for like 20 seconds and gave it back… ” feels pretty good” and then walks away. then another guy comes up and says “your soundin pretty good, god bless” …

But thats all i’ve done today, played guitar in the park for 3 hours. Wish i had a partner to play guitar with. any takers?

xo