Month: July 2002

After a amazing 2 hour massage, i can barely talk, see or type so im gonna try to finish this update without passing out in my chair.

Everyone should have a massage therapist girlfriend.

The Swedish part was relaxing as usual with the Oriental music playing, the candles lit and the dim lights. Then came the deep tissue. She should have turned off the Oriental music and put on Aenima. My back is a playground of knots and sore muscles from the years of computer use and they really hurt when they come undone.

But for now im going to go lay down in her soft bed and curl up with the blanket, going to bed at the early hour of 2am.

For those of you who give a shit, i come back in 5 days…back to my smelly apartment full of empty beer bottles, back to all the websites that need finishing, back to real life.

I really wish i had brough the cable for my camera since i have loads of images i’d like to upload.

I wish i was drunk so i could fully explain my hatred for the Memphis Police Department right now. Besides the multiple speeding tickets i’ve received in the past few months, including the 5 mph over that i received a few weeks ago that just happened to fall on the end of the month so that he would reach his quota. Besides the fact that i wasn’t allowed to report my car stolen, besides the fact that they neglected to mention in the police report that i was locked in my apartment and had my keys stolen…

I love how the cars still say to serve and protect…

The little black boy randomly walked up to me on the train and sat down next to me. He asked what i was drinking, i told him grape juice and he sat and watched Resident Evil on my laptop.

The first 2 pictures are the last 2 pictures of Dave.