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  <title>Welcome to another rendition of Jake Theater, Try the Veal and tip your waitress</title>
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  <updated>2009-06-27T16:52:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cweleatherman:5992</id>
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    <title>Holy metal rocks Batman!</title>
    <published>2009-06-27T16:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-27T16:52:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Oh my god! I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't posted since...... (tilts head thoughtfully) February of 2008. Holy SHIT! I am still alive. I can tell you all released a sigh of relief. Hmmmmm...what's new and interesting? Well, last time I left you I was on medical leave from the steel mill. My back is still shitty but better because of my fantastic chiropractor and a regular dosage of meds. Yippie, better living through chemicals! I am no longer on medical leave, and no longer with the steel mill. I was employed with a small local company doing invoicing and inside sales. It was a good job that I was great at and I enjoyed, so obviously I was laid off. ( insert Price is Right loser music). I&amp;nbsp;am riding the unemployment train (toot toot) and taking a little summer vacation which is turning out to be fantastic! I have gotten close with good friends and really gotten to know my bed and my Xbox! WOOHOO!&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately MY&amp;nbsp;bed is the only I&amp;nbsp;have gotten to know, teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially signed up for college. When I&amp;nbsp;was getting it all taken care of, one of the tasks put before me was to apprehend my transcripts.&amp;nbsp;I have some college experience so I&amp;nbsp;had to contact my old school to get them, SIUE. When I&amp;nbsp;finally laid my eyes upon the paper of doom I&amp;nbsp;realized how irresponsible I&amp;nbsp;had been that one year in Edwardsville. Out of 10 classes, i received F's in 6 of them. HOLY&amp;nbsp;SHIT! But looking back now I&amp;nbsp;can say that I deserved every single one of them. Well not all of them, one of them I only received because my teacher didn't like my style of writing, but he can just blow me. But I&amp;nbsp;am signed up for classes and am just waiting to finalize my Financial Aid crap. WOOHOO, I am maturing, well maybe that was the wrong word to use.....WOOHOO, I am getting older.</content>
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    <title>Filthy and Gorgeous</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T20:26:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T20:26:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello Strangers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while, I know. Well one thing that I am working on right now is, I have been brought in  as a promoter and planner for a gay night at a bar in Downtown St. Louis. It has been running for just a few weeks now and we are starting to pick up a little steam which is great. The bar is called Dolce' and its a very chic place (i feel to redneck to be there but whatever). But we are having a special event this coming Sunday (the 17th) called Filthy and Gorgeous' Red and White Party. its a charity event for Effort for AIDS. We will be selling jello shots and doing a couple raffles which all those proceeds will go to EFA. as well as half of the cover charge. It really is alot of fun there. We have Jeff "The Dirty Bus" Hopkins spinning the tunes and for those of you that know me, I dont dance, but Jeff gets me out on the floor. So I would love to see some of my close friends there, at least this sunday, and if not for me, at least come out to help raise money for EFA. The doors open at 9pm and the cover is $10 (which half goes to EFA). Dolce' is on the corner of Broadway and Olive and they have a myspace page (which I set up) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/dolceultraloungeandbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on down and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Men</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-10-31T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-01T02:46:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-01T22:31:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well another Halloween has come and gone, screams were screamed and candy was eaten. I can safely say this was one of my favorite Halloweens ever. I got to spend it with some of my good friends and I made a little girl cry ( i know that should be a bad thing, but im just twisted enough to laugh at it. tee heehee ) well, here are some pics of my wonderfully creepy night. MUWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start with a picture of me eating some tasty brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000kkr8/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000kkr8/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000p4e4/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000p4e4/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000q8xz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000q8xz/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000rftt/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000rftt/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000sqez/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000sqez/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although you cant see him, this is Dr. Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000t83h/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000t83h/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Elise here but i recently learned she doesnt like her picture shown. SORRY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our resident Ghoul for the evening, BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000xhgx/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000xhgx/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this pumking was just funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000yxag/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000yxag/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was my halloween, hope yours was just as fun. Lets see those pictures guys!!!!</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-08-27T15:20:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T20:23:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T20:23:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, so my parents sent me this video of this guy doing shadow puppets, i know sounds boring as all hell, but you should seriously watch it, its freakin crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-08-27T14:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T19:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T19:49:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello everybody (hi dr. nick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  well it was brought to my attention that i had forgotten to tell you all what the results of my tests were! HA, my bad. i know you were all waiting in suspense. Well the MRI of my brain came back fine. the hamster is alive and well, a little overweight but healthy. lol. seriously, the neurologist said that he saw no lesions or anything to be nervous about. However, seeing as this is a rare strand of Multiple Sclerosis that is in my gene pool (apparently it usually only affects women in middle age, but it was my mothers UNCLE who contracted it when he was young) I am going to see a neurologist who specializes in MS just to make sure, but I'm staying positive about it all. I have been going to a chiropractor the last couple of weeks and im very optimistic about it. It seems to be helping already. However, with the restrictions i have for work, my company has nothing for me to do!! so i am on dr.'s leave indefinitely. So if anyone is looking to hire someone with minimal experience (haha) then drop me a line, (wink wink nudge nudge). So thats the scoop, more as it develops. So i guess ill write again in another 4 or 5 weeks. haha</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-07-25T14:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-25T19:59:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-25T19:59:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no sounds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, i went and watched Hairspray yesterday, and might i just say that it was an amazing movie. I had never seen the original production (stage or movie) but i knew the basic plot. The story was heartfelt and the cast was amazing, yes even John Travolta who I originally believe to just be a gimick in this movie. The whole time i was sitting there, I could FEEL the energy pulsing off of the screen from these performers. One of the hardest reasons to translate a movie from stage to screen is that the show loses a lot of the electricity when its not live. However, through the majority of this show I believed I was sitting in the Fox Theater watching an off broadway troup doing a production of Hairspray. &lt;br /&gt;Nicole Blonsky, as Tracy, was outstanding, and I forsee great things for her future. Although she has made it a difficult task by setting the bar so high right out of the gate. Elijah Kelley was also an amazing addition to this cast. His energy and power just shot into the audiences' hearts and every time he opened his mouth to sing or moved his feet to dance, you knew something spectacular was going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;So all in all Hairspray was a terrific movie which i would recommend to anyone and everyone. I give it a 4.5 stars out of 5.</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-07-24T15:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-24T20:28:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-24T20:28:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sound of the shower running</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WOW! so it has been a little over 5 months since i last posted, no i would ask none of you to faint at the idea of me taking the time to do something like this, but alas it has happened!!!Quite a bit has change. My back has gotten worse, and from reading gryphons_hole LJ it seems i can sympathize with him. I go in on Aug 8th to get a brain MRI, because there may be a slight chance that i could have MS (multiple sclerosis) WOOHOO!! im just plumb excited (sense the sarcasm). I have never had to wait for a test like this, is has been almost a month since i made the appt, and its really starting to get to me. I missed two days of work this past weekend because ive been worrying about it so much, im making myself sick! ARGH! But in light of that, since i was off work sat and sun, that means that I got to read the new Harry Potter book! which was amazing, and dont worry, no spoilers will be put it here. Ill just say that it made my top 3 favorite harry potter books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, ive been keeping myself busy. I have been looking for a job, and i think i found one, but it all depends on this test on the 8th and what happens from there. I hope it works out because this new job will allow me time to return to school. I never thought i would see the day when i would want to sit in a stuffy class room again, and stare at the teacher with glazed over eyes, but i cant wait. Because of my work schedule i get every other thurs off so i can go play Darts will a bunch of my good friends at JJs, and then every other monday i get to go to the 3 bears' house for poker/darts/wii night and loads of good food. As ive gotten to know them more, the more i realize how lucky i am to have friends like them in my life. (AWWWW how mushy) well, i hear the music starting so i need to be off to my movie, im off to see Hairspray (i know, what a fag).</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-02-15T11:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T18:02:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T18:02:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some techno stuff</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i just had to show you the new tshirt i got, it involves two of my favorite things. not raindrops on roses or whiskers on kittens, but family guy and bondage! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000hyhk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cweleatherman/pic/0000hyhk" width="96" height="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-02-15T11:36:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T17:44:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T17:44:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My oh my  by " The Wreckers"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alas, another V-Day has come and passed. I know im risking alienation here (god alienation was a great tv show) but i really dont like v-day. the idea that there needs to be one day out of the year to where i "need to make sure i say i love you". I, as well as almost all of the friends i have that are coupled, say it all the time. Im not going to spend 100 dollars on roses when i can get them for you on a day you arent expecting them and its more of a surprise, and its half the price!!! i wonder if im half jewish? so all my husband and i did was go to south city diner, had an amazing meal since there were only like 5 other people in there that night, the food was fast and amazing! and the waitress was quite the sweetheart too. big ole props to south city diner. then we went out to the baths to sit in the hot tub which we both need. for those of you that dont know, i have a bad back (see past entries) but my husband does as well.He spent all day tuesday shoveling snow in front of our apt building that he is the maintanance man for. so we went and relaxed which was great, since all the straight married guys werent there because they had to be with their wives. ha. so come on, tell me your v-day story!! i want to know.</content>
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    <title>sigh</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T18:50:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T18:50:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>channel 5 news</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well another shift of work is over, 12 hours on midnights should be illegal, but because of the crap we had to do, i got about 4 hours of sleep at work last night, so i guess is shouldnt complain. but then i had to drive home 1.5 hours instead of 45 min, because of the weather, and the people that do know how to drive in it. however, i had a fun moment when i did a full 360 a slid from one side of the road to the other only going 20 mph, luckily there were no cars around and no one was hurt. i guess im kinda strange because i was laughing the whole time, it was fun! hehe. have to work again tonight but since we work 12 hours, we get 4 days off, and tonight is my friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i got so much sleep at work, im not that tired now! so im sitting up and trying to find some......visitors...wink wink nudge nudge. but because of the weather, no one wants to drive, including me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a new movie the other night, Crank, awesome action movie, not going to win any awards, but fun none the less. i suggest watching it on a night in with the other half (plus the lead guy, Jason whatever is very woof!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting excited, Mr Missouri Leather is just a few weeks away!! i cant wait, i know its going to go smoothly, well as smoothly as something like this can go. you should all come visit stl for the contest, and have a good time, itll be a blast, i know of a few of the guys that are entering and all i can say in yum!!!</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-02-08T11:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T17:17:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T17:17:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WTF! when i saw this video, my jaw just dropped. dont worry, its work safe. could make you kind of queasy, but only if you have a weak stomach.  i dont know how to put the actual video on here so here is the link.  &lt;a href="http://emuse.ebaumsworld.com/watch/5464"&gt;http://emuse.ebaumsworld.com/watch/5464&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2007-02-07T11:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T17:46:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T17:46:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, i havent posted in a LONG time. I just finished reading some of my friends pages, and wow, this winter hasnt been good for a lot of people travel-wise. Maybe its a good thing im not going to Tenn. this weekend. Im not to good with the wittiness and quips on here all the time, so i guess ill just do a basic catch up and hop some nuggets of hilarity squeeze themselves out of me. Have been working 12 hour midnights at work ( a steel mill) and it sucks big time, however i do get 4 days off a week which helps. My back is still in bad shape, have another DR appt at the pain managment clinic next week because my nerdy dr (who strangley reminds me of Screech off of Saved by the Bell) is full this week. Im all for pain and tourture, but only when there is a ruff man in charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as an official member of Gateway MC (leather club here in STL), im axiously awaiting the upcoming contest the first weekend in March, Mr. Missouri Leather. My husband and i are both on the commitie (wow i cant spell today) and I am having a great time getting it together, he on the other hand, well those of you that know dan would understand how he is handling one more thing on his to do list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from work about an hour ago, and its officially my friday, so im going to try to stay up all day so i can get to sleep at a normal hour tonight. It usually works, but i just need to find something to do. hmmmm what could i possibly do that would keep my attention for an afternoon...for some reason my mind instantly goes to  &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_gearjock' lj:user='gearjock' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gearjock.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://gearjock.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gearjock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or  &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_roadster_guy' lj:user='roadster_guy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://roadster-guy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://roadster-guy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;roadster_guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  hehe.</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2006-10-11T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T03:52:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T04:03:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A few people have been wanting me to post this short story i had published. so here ya go. warning, not work safe!!! all critisim is welcome, good or bad, and be specific, i cant improve with just a simple, this sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I've been working this street for 18 years now. I know every whore, hustler, and dealer from here to Saint Catherine Cathedral, 10 blocks over. If we had a union I would be the president. If someone needs a hit of something, I know where to get the best, if they need a place to stay, I got an extra room, if they want a fresh piece of tail, I take them to my place. I'm the papa of these few blocks, it gets me respect, and it also gets me shitloads of cash. There’s nothing I won’t do, and I'm good at it. &lt;br /&gt;	I had always thought that I had seen everything, three-somes, orgies, death, murder, hell I've even seen a whore give birth in an ally before. Like I said, I thought I had seen it all, but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;	Two weeks ago I was out for an early morning stroll, cruising the Johns, when I saw him walking out of Laurie’s place. He was like a god, 6’3’’ about 250 lbs and it looked like pure steel. I could literally see his abs through his muscle shirt. Tufts of fur were sticking out of his neckline. I could see his leg muscles twitching with each step through his tight wrangler jeans, and the jeans were tightly pulled over the top of a pair of biker boots. A bear in its finest form.&lt;br /&gt;	He was walking out of the bar with a girl on each side, and I though to myself, I wonder if I could turn him. It was an instant challenge to myself. I had done it before, convinced this married guy to let me fuck him. He called out his wife’s name, but I just smiled. I thought I could do it again. &lt;br /&gt;	I crossed the street and casually followed them. When they got to a liquor store, the girls went in and he stayed outside to light up a stogie. I hadn’t gotten a hard on like this since I was 14, just from looking at the guy. As I walked closer, he caught sight of me. He asked me if I had the time, so I gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt; 	“It’s 1:12” I said, as I slowly looked him up and down. He was a walking boulder, my god he was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;	“Thanks bud.” He responded in his growl.&lt;br /&gt;	“Woof” I said under my breath as he took a long drag off his cigar and I wished it was my cock.&lt;br /&gt;	“What was that?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;	“Nothing, just wondering if you were in the area looking for some fun.” I said, and most people would think me bold to say this to an obvious breeder that was twice my size and could bend me in half. But 18 years out here will change your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;	He responded to my query with a low chuckle and said, “Thanks bud, but I’ve got a couple ladies I'm taking home tonight. Usually I don’t mind a little cock action every now and then to shake things up, but there are two of them, and I'm thinking that’s going to be more fun.”&lt;br /&gt;	I was in shock. I would never have thought this guy would be a carpet muncher and an ass bandit. My cock throbbed harder, and I saw him glance down at it. I could tell from the pressure in my crotch that I was hiding nothing. When I'm on the job I always wear tight blue jeans with a sleeveless shirt that’s unbuttoned. So there isn’t really anything left to the imagination. &lt;br /&gt;	As I reached down to readjust myself, because the pressure itself was going to make me shoot my load, he grabbed my arm.&lt;br /&gt;	“Leave it like that. It’s starting to make me reconsider. How big is it anyway?”&lt;br /&gt;	“8.5 inches. Uncut. Thick as a beer bottle.”&lt;br /&gt;	“Sounds tasty. Look, let me have my way with these ladies, I live about 5 blocks from here, over on Madison, in the Henderson complex, you know it?” I nodded my head yes because words were gone, I've never been tongue tied before. “Good. I live in 425. Be there in an hour and a half. Then we can have us some fun. What's the cost?”&lt;br /&gt;	“What do you want?” I asked, since my services were a wide range of things.&lt;br /&gt;	“Everything you have to offer.”&lt;br /&gt;My jaw just dropped. As I slowly realized he was smiling at my shock, I stammered out a price, and about that time the 2 ladies walked out and he started walking away. About that time I realized I hadn’t gotten his name so I quickly asked him before he left.&lt;br /&gt;	“Just call me…Woof.” He said with a wink, and walked off with an arm around each lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The next hour and a half were the longest of my life. I had never looked forward to a job more then that night. This wasn’t a job; this was just down right sex. I haven’t just had sex in a long time. When you work the streets then you learn to separate your job from your personal life. It’s hard to do, but you get used to it. &lt;br /&gt;	Finally, after 2 drinks and a piss, it was time to meet Woof. I walked over to his building and hit the buzzer for 425. After a moment of silence had passed, I thought he had left, but then I heard his rough voice over the intercom; instant hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;	“Yea?”&lt;br /&gt;	“Woof.” Was all I said. I figured he would get the message. And he did. As I opened the door and walked through the foyer, I passed the two ladies he was with in the hallway. They were obviously satisfied and giggling, so I knew I was in for a great show. As I walked up the stairs, my cock rubbed the rough inner linings of my denim jeans and caused me to moan with each step. As I reached the 3rd flight, to my surprise, Woof was standing right there, waiting for me in the stairwell. &lt;br /&gt;	I was once again taken aback. He met me with no shirt on and he was wearing his jeans only. The shirt he had on earlier told no lies, I could iron a shirt on his stomach, but I figured all I would be doing tonight was shooting all over it. It felt like we stood there for an eternity, just staring at each other. &lt;br /&gt;	Next thing I know, Woof is standing right in front of me. I can feel his breath; smell his sweat from the hot humid night. I looked at his chest and reached out to run my hands through his thick curly chest hair, but he grabbed my arm and said in a raspy whisper, “If we are doing this here, then we are doing this my way fucker.” &lt;br /&gt;	The first thing that popped into my head was instinct. I'm in trouble. But as I looked up at his face I saw that smirk that told me, the attitude just doubles the pleasure. So as I look at his rugged face I reply, “Yes sir, anything you want sir.” &lt;br /&gt;	“Good. That’s what I like to hear. What I want you to do first is get on your knees and suck my cock.”&lt;br /&gt;	“Right here sir? In the stairwell?”&lt;br /&gt;	“Yes, right here. Are you afraid boy?”&lt;br /&gt;	“No sir, not afraid.” I said as I slowly got to my knees, my trembling knees. &lt;br /&gt;	Eye to eye with his bulge, I reached out and slowly rubbed the spot where I knew I would be sucking any second. But I knew he wanted more then rubbing so I wasted no more time. I roughly unzipped his pants as his cock flopped out of its cage. I was in awe. I stared for just a moment at the 11 inch, uncut, anaconda that was ready to strike. &lt;br /&gt;	I rolled back the foreskin and started licking the throbbing mushroom head of his cock. And slowly but surely I deep-throated all 11 inches of his monster. After I got the whole thing down I felt his hand grab my hair and start moving my head so I was mouth fucking him. &lt;br /&gt;	“Oh god, that feels so fucking good boy. You like sucking my cock don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;	Since I couldn’t answer properly, I just moaned as loud as I could. He got the message. &lt;br /&gt;	“Yea I knew you would love to suck my dick. From the moment I saw your mouth, I knew those lips belonged to me. And I'm gonna wear them out tonight fucker.”&lt;br /&gt;	The dirty talk was doing me in. I couldn’t take it anymore; I wanted more then just to blow this guy off. I needed it all. So I stopped sucking, just to see how far he would take this game he was playing. I just knelt there with my lip stretched around his shaft, waiting to be told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;	“Stand up boy. Good, now take off all your clothes.”&lt;br /&gt;As I took of my shirt and threw it on the ground, I no longer cared or noticed that we were in the stairwell and that the whole damn building could hear us. As I reached down to unzip my pants, he once again grabbed my arm and told me to stop. I didn’t know why he told me to but I soon found out. He slowly unzipped me and he grabbed tightly onto each side of my zipper and pulled. I was expecting pain somewhere in this process, but apparently he had done this before because he knew exactly where to rip these pants so the cam completely off with to problem. &lt;br /&gt;	So there I was, completely nude except for my boots and a smile, in the middle of a stairwell with the sexiest guy I've seen. I didn’t know what I was going to wear out of here and I didn’t care. My cock was standing at attention and wasn’t going to go down for several hours. &lt;br /&gt;	Woof looked at me and kissed me. I felt his tongue roughly examine every part of my mouth. I couldn’t wait for that tongue to explore other orifices. Then as he pulled away he got down on his knees and took my dick into his mouth. I moaned so loudly I felt for sure someone would come out to see. &lt;br /&gt;	“OH GOD SIR! That feels so damn good. Please don’t stop.”&lt;br /&gt;	And he didn’t stop. He kneeled there and devoured my meat for at least 10 minutes. Just as I was breathing heavier and moaning louder, he could tell I was close to shooting and he must have known exactly when. Right before I got to that point, where you want to stop so you can tease yourself, but you can’t stop because your going to blow anyway, right before he got to that point he stood back up. He turned around and pushed his pants down, and he stayed bent over. I knew what he wanted so I gave it to him. I got on my knees with his beautiful butt right in my face. I grabbed his cheeks and spread them wide so I got a nice view of his hole. My god it was glorious. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to that hole. I stuck out my tongue and just barely flicked the tip of it to his rim. I heard him moan slightly, I knew what he wanted too, I could tell by now, but the question is, will I give it to him? &lt;br /&gt;	I stood up and he looked over his shoulder and said, “Did I tell you to stop?”&lt;br /&gt;	“No sir, but that’s not what I wanted to do.”&lt;br /&gt;	“And why do you think you get to make the decisions boy?” he asked me as he stood up and turned towards me with his cock sticking out. That’s what I wanted, what I needed; I needed that huge dick slamming into my ass while I screamed out his name. &lt;br /&gt;	“Well, since you think you can make the decisions yourself, I think its time for a little punishment.” He reached out and grabbed my nipples, and twisted them so hard I thought I would scream. God it felt great. No ones been able to make them feel like that in a while, they were so large and swollen that they were basically de-sensitized. I just tilted my head back and moaned. And as I looked up, I saw a face peering over a railing one floor above us. &lt;br /&gt;	I saw the boys eyes go wide with shock, and the head disappear. I leaned towards Woof and whispered.&lt;br /&gt;	“We have an audience. Should we ask him to join? One floor up, looks about 19. Young blood is fun to break in.”&lt;br /&gt;	“Yeah. Hey kid!” Woof yelled up the stairs. As we heard the footsteps coming down we also hear a not fully matured voice answer,&lt;br /&gt;	“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to watch. But I have never seen two guys have sex before and I've always wondered what it was like.”&lt;br /&gt;	“Well then join in.” I said. “What's your name?”&lt;br /&gt;	“Dan.” &lt;br /&gt;	“Well Dan, lets see what your bringing to the party.” As I said this I reached out and unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off, revealing a nice runners build chest with not a hair on it. &lt;br /&gt;	“Damn.” Woof and I said at the same time. Dan starting taking his pants off and as he unzipped, his dick flopped out. I can happily say this is one of the few times I've ever been the smallest in a group. The kid had a cock at least 9 inches long and as thick as mine, if not thicker. &lt;br /&gt;	“ Fuck!” Woof and I said at the same time. I instantly knew what role I would be playing in this orgy, and I was happy to do it. I looked at Woof and said, “Let him loosen me up for your gigantic dick, and also he's probably not going to last 2 min watching you fuck me without blowing his load, and I want it.”&lt;br /&gt;	“No problem.” Woof replied as he turned me around towards the stairs and pushed me to my knees, my favorite position. I heard Woof barking out instructions to Dan. “Ok kid, get or your knees behind him. There you go. Now take the lube, spread it on your cock, don’t stroke it to much, it looks like you’re going to blow anyway. Nice kid, real nice. Nice put some lube on his hole. Use your finger; there you go; now you get it. Now two fingers kid. How does he feel?”&lt;br /&gt;	“It feels kind of tight. Can I please stick my cock in now sir?”&lt;br /&gt;	“Yea kid, go ahead, just take it kind of slow; I haven’t had a big one like that in a while. You’re defiantly the minority kid.” I felt the head of his cock slowly touch my hole, and it felt so damn good. Then I felt his young hands, still smooth from not knowing a hard day’s work, grab my hips and pull me onto his cock. &lt;br /&gt;	“MMMM, slow it down a bit kid. Damn your thick.” As I looked up I saw another beautiful sight. Woof was standing in front of me, and he grabbed my hair and stuffed his cock down my throat. As I'm gagging and smiling, I thought what else could make this better, but then I felt the kid get all the way in side of me and I knew it just got better. As Dan slowly got a pace going, so did Woof, and I've never felt more….fulfilled, in my life. &lt;br /&gt;	Then I heard Dan start breathing heavier and heavier, I knew he was getting to close. I wanted that cum all over my face and chest. So I let Woof’s dick flop out of my mouth and I got off of Dan's cock. I lay on my back and told Dan to straddle me and shoot all over me. As soon as he got a leg on each side, he started spurting his young man juice all over my chest hair and face. As some landed in my open mouth and I tasted his sweet cum I shot my own load all over his back and I saw Woof go behind Dan and lick it all off. Dan stood up and started to walk back up stairs when Woof told him not to leave yet. &lt;br /&gt;	“Kid you're too young to cum once and leave, I know you got another one in there for us. So I want you to watch me fuck this bitch and have him suck your cock, you’ll be good and hard again by the time I cum. With that show you two put on. I'm gonna shoot faster then Billy the Kid. Now get back on your knees bitch.” As I did what he told me, I braced myself. I wished I wouldn’t have shot yet. It’s always easier to get fucked by a big dick when you have a load to shoot, but with the way tonight is going it won’t matter, ill shoot again. &lt;br /&gt;	I heard him open the lube and put it on his cock, and felt him re-lube my hole. God, even his fingers are gigantic. I felt his paws grab my hips and pull me until I was just touching the uncut tip of his dick. I braced myself for what was going to be the best fuck of my life. I won’t hide it; I was a little scared of his size. &lt;br /&gt;	Obviously my fear made me tense and Woof noticed, so he leaned over, wrapped his big arms around me so I could feel his coarse chest hair rubbing into my back, and whispered in my ear, “It’s ok. I know I'm large. But I promise you, Ill be gentle. You tell me exactly when it’s too much and ill wait.”&lt;br /&gt;	My ass hole relaxed and he slowly pushed into me. Stopping for a moment to let me stretch out, then slowly working his huge cock, in and back out each time getting a little bit farther in. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t want to scare the kid off. Dan was hard again, shit who was I kidding, so was I. Woof was a fine piece of work. Dan saw me look at him and he walked forward and put his dick in front of me. So I took advantage of it, like biting a bullet when getting stitches. And I wrapped my lips around his cock; it took my mind of off the pain, so Woof could do his thing. My mind was instantly brought back to Woof’s cock when he reached my prostrate. He was all the way in. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so damn good. I let go of Dan's dick just so I could relax a moment. We all just stayed still. Woof did because if he moved then it would ruin the feeling; I did because it hurt to move at all, and Dan did because if he touched himself he probably would have cum again. I looked back at Woof and said, “Can I do it sir?”&lt;br /&gt;	“Go ahead boy, go ahead” he responded as I slowly fucked his cock with my ass. With each stroke I loosened up and was able to go faster until I was fucking him so hard I realized he was moaning louder then I could yell at all. I looked at Dan and he was jacking off just as hard as he could and when he blew his load I felt it land on my back and it must have hit Woof in the face because I heard him yell, “Oh god Dan, that taste so fucking good.”&lt;br /&gt;	I looked back and made eye contact with Woof, and I could tell he was past that point of no return so I mouthed the words, Cum in me. His eyes got big and he nodded. It was at this point that I realized I was in control now. So I fucked his dick harder and harder and then I heard Woof growl through clenched teeth and I felt his dick spasm inside my ass as I massaged it with my muscles. He shot so much that when he pulled out he was still cumming, so I got on my knees and he continued to jack off and it shot all over my face and then I felt Dan get besides me to get his share as well. And to top it all off, I pushed Woof to his knees while I stood up and jacked off right over him, and shot my second load all over his face and chest, and then Dan got his share of that. Damn that kid is going to go far. &lt;br /&gt;	As we all stood or knelt there with cum dripping all over us I knew it wasn’t over, not by a long…well…shot. Dan picked up his shirt and wiped himself off and threw the shirt to me to do the same. Then when Woof took it, Dan and I both grabbed his hand and said, “No let us.” As we led him up to his apartment, number 425, and we showered there together and proceeded to all cum again. &lt;br /&gt;	Dan left after a couple more hours, but I stayed the night, and then the next day, and then the following night again. &lt;br /&gt;	When I finally told Woof, “I need to at least look at my place, make sure everything is ok.”&lt;br /&gt;	He responded with, “So how much does the total come to?”&lt;br /&gt;	“It’s on the house.” I said with a grin. And as he kissed me and grinned back he said,&lt;br /&gt;	“Well, you know where I live, if you ever need a place to stay.” And with a wink I knew that I would be back time after time again.&lt;br /&gt; </content>
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    <title>you remind me of the babe</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T00:55:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T00:55:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i know i know! its been freakin forever since i last posted, i forwarned you all!!! well i have to head to springfield, IL this sat. to see a friend of mine i havent seen in a while. im excited, except i think the gods decided it would be fun to let everything land on this weekend, after i planned this excursion, a good friend of mind asked me if i wanted to road trip up to chicago on sat evening for the Mr. Midwest Rubber contest, boy howdy do i! WOOF! but alas, i cant ditch my other friend, i would feel like shit, and then i find out on sunday, i have to leave springfield early to get to my parents house in a small town just outside of Alton Il. for their anniversery. These usually arent a big deal in my parents house, but its their 30th. so its a biggie, they are gettin old, and im always there to remind them of that, well im of to JJs to watch some friends throw darts, then might head out to the bathhouse to sit in the hottub, my back is in bad shape tonight (for info, read previous posts) Ill talk to you all later, drop a line now and then. WOOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in leather&lt;br /&gt;Jake</content>
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    <published>2006-09-05T17:26:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I recently got the results back from my MRI and I found out I have a disease called Spinal Stenosis, the collum where my nerves go through my spine, is smaller then a normal persons, so it is rubbing my nerves and causing the pain. WOOHOO! I talked to a neurologist today and he said, since im so young, and we caught it before it cause serious problems then surgery isnt necessary. But Im starting on a month long session of physical therapy which will suck but hopefully it will help. But that also means im on light duty at work. so i get to continue to be lazy like i have been the last 2 weeks, but now im getting paid for it. of all the things i could have inherited from my parents, i got their backs, couldnt i have just gotten a savings bond?</content>
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    <title>ehh, nothing else to do.</title>
    <published>2006-09-02T05:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-02T05:03:31Z</updated>
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overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;amp;x=29968x0CA42D#s5" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#800080; border-bottom:1px solid #500050; border-right:1px solid #500050; border-top:1px solid #956397; width:14%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColorStr=&amp;#39;#00FFFFFF&amp;#39;, EndColorStr=&amp;#39;#FF500050&amp;#39;);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;amp;sh=y&amp;amp;ms=y" target="_blank" style="margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;"&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;amp;sh=y&amp;amp;ms=y&amp;amp;ur=29968x0CA42D" target="_blank" style="margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;"&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;amp;x=29968x0CA42D" target="_blank" style="margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;"&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-16047" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-21626" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;MySpace Stuff&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myspace-codes-myspace-layouts.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;MySpace Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt; by Pulseware &lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;Survey Software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2006-08-31T10:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T15:13:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">IVE GOT CABIN FEVER!!!!! I havent been to work since last friday, for some people this would be a good thing, but when your stuck at home because it hurts to go anywhere for to long, then you start to go a little crazy. Ive tried cleaning a bit, but cant do it for that long because it starts to hurt my back. Cant have sex  for the same reason, haha. I have caught up on all my daytime television shows though. I even tried watching a soap opera the other day. I dont recomend it. Did you know that Susans dead ex husband is really alive after her current boyfriend did a brain transplant and now her ex husband has the brain of her decesed mother who susan killed? GASP! How will she ever explain this to the board of directors for the Nobel Prize in Science that she is nominated for?  Find out next week on "As the world turns for all my childern admitted into general hospital"</content>
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    <title>i hate getting old!</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T00:48:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T00:48:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">From now on, you older guys who look at us young guys and say, "You dont know what its like getting old!". SHUT IT! lol. I now have a MRI scheduled for monday to see if i have a herniated disc or any other problems with my back. I have missed 2 days of work this week because of it. it blows. but the good news is, the dr gave me some great medicine! HEHEHE! my back doesnt hurt as much and the dancing gremlins i see are keeping me entertained.</content>
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    <title>WOOF!</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T20:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T20:02:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it came in the mail today. I am now and official published writer. For those of you that have never heard of it, Alyson Publishing does gay and lesbian literature. From novels, to erotica. I wrote a short story for a new anthology they put together called, "Hustlers". the name of my story is WOOF! and for copyright reasons, i dont know if i can put it on here. so if you want to read it. let me know with an email address. or go pick up the book. ive read a few already and DAMN, they are hot!!! my pen name is Jordan Lewis. look me up. WOOF!</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2006-08-21T12:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T17:58:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T17:58:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alas, another day, another 50 dollars spent. and its just now noon. kiwi59 came by today and showed me some interesting articles of clothing that i am going to purchase from him. a new pair of football pants and a scrimmage jerzey. then we headed out to dicks sporting goods, and for those of you that dont know me well, its like a porn store for me. we walked around the mall we were in and didnt see much so we headed over to johnny macs where i got some pads for the pants and another scrimmage jerzey to go with a different pair. hey, even butch gay men should accessorize accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different topic, i love to write, its what i do. just dont have the time and discipline to do it for a living (right now) so throughout this LJ from time to time, i might insert a poem, or short story, or start of a book. i accept all criticism, good and bad. i dont take anything personally, how am i supposed to get better if i cant accept negative comments? so if you read something you dont like, let me know and tell me why. i appreciate it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, peace, and chicken grease.</content>
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    <title>cweleatherman @ 2006-08-20T19:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T00:12:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T00:12:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="background-color:#555; color:#eee; padding:8px 16px;border:8px #000 outset; width:60%; font-family:helvetica, sans-serif; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;h3 style="color:#fe0; background-color:#777; padding:8px; margin:0px"&gt;I escaped from the Dungeon of Codeboi!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;I killed Txkink the floating eye, Pornocub the floating eye, Trevd the rat, Master Roy the zombie, Wamobear the leprechaun and The Gristmill the kobold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looted  the Crown of Bratman, the Crown of Leatherguychi, the Sword of Medical, the Amulet of Electrosex and 88 gold pieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color:#fe0; background-color:#777; padding:8px"&gt;Score: &lt;b&gt;263&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/dungeon?user=codeboi" style="color:#fe0;"&gt;Explore the Dungeon of Codeboi&lt;/a&gt; and try to beat this score,&lt;br&gt;or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon...&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/dungeon" method="get"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="user" style="background: #fff url(http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) no-repeat scroll 0px 1px; padding-left: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>In the beginning....</title>
    <published>2006-08-20T18:01:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-20T18:01:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, becuase of my pestering friends, wooferstl and kiwi59, i have decided to start my own journal. I cant promise i will be good at this, I and i wont promise that Im going to write in it to often, But ill give it the ole college try (of course for me the ole college try is to call my friends get a 6 pack and wait till tomorrow). So lets just hop into it. New info to report? I called off today because "my back hurts" but really its because i wanted to spend some time with my husband so we are going to go walk around st louis mills mall. you know for back excersize. hehe. I recently saw Snakes on a Plane, with somefrineds, wooferstl, kiwi59, codeboi, and buzzedoff. the movie was fucking great, I learned something important from that movie. As a person who enjoys flying and as a person who enjoys leather/kink play, ALWAYS CARRY A SNAKE BITE KIT!!!</content>
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