Month: November 2002

http://www.keln.org/bibs/ubel.html#II
Do Not Resuscitate Order: This includes various means of trying to restart or to strengthen weak and irregular heartbeat and breathing. Neither of these two functions, breathing or heartbeat, can continue for many minutes without the other; that’s why it’s called cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

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Nov 12 1934
Charles Manson born in Cincinnati to a 16 year old prostitute and an unknown father. He grows up to do… interesting things.

scoutmastertoad: goodnight
scoutmastertoad: sleep well
scoutmastertoad: and until we talk again
scoutmastertoad: may the ground raise quickly to your feet
scoutmastertoad: and remember
scoutmastertoad: that god holds you
scoutmastertoad: in the palm of his hand
marsgodess1: gawd you are fucked up aren’t you
scoutmastertoad: lol
scoutmastertoad: 😉

nothing more high class then buying beer with a handful of quarters. I pulled up, stumbled up to the door. The chinese/korean man that owns it was outside talking to some guy when he sees me come make my usual purchase of malt liquor.

I’ve probably bought thousands of 40’s from this guy throughout the last year i’ve lived in this hell hole. He’s seen me so high that i couldn’t count out enough money…he’s seen me so drunk that i can’t figure out how to open the door and end up doubling over in laughter cuz of it.

I really gotta wonder what this guy thinks of me. Like everytime we do the nod, like “hey whats up” thing but i really wonder if he’s like “fuck, here he comes again”….i mean i always pay him and everything…he probably loves me….bet little johnny has a Mustang cuz of me…

Having a designated driver is so great…we went to 2-3 different parties that whole night…my pictures really weren't the greatest from that night but what can you say….

hmm went drinking on the company card last night….bought a round of Pabst Blue Ribbon for all the beautiful ladies seated with me. I think i was in bed by 3 but that didn’t stop me from sleeping until the afternoon….again…guess it’s gonna be a really unproductive day…..

what shall we use, to fill the empty spaces, where, we used to talk on aim……

how should i, fill the final aimlist, how should i, complete my buddylist!!!

AHHHH

I AM JUST A NEW TOAD!

STRANGER IN THIS OFFICE!

WHERE ARE ALL THE GOOD BONGS!

WHO’S GONNA SHOW THIS STRANGE TOAD AROUND!!!

hehe

god, gotta stop going out with angie…

every night it’s like “heres my other really cute friend” and “oh this is my other cute, single, really cute friend”.

every fucking night.

tonight was bad too….i bought a round of drinks, they started really talking to me, they asked me a few questions about what i did…it turned out fucked up….angie actually made a comment tonight about how she doesn’t hangout with ugly chicks.

i need more friends that don’t hangout with ugly chicks.

http://www.livejournal.com/~syntheticka
ELpH950: most people prefer red bull vodka..but i try to take that to a new level: mountain dew code red cheap beer 🙂
Syntheticka: ewwwwww!

hehe drove my dad’s 911 today on the race track. i think i’ve told every single person i’ve come in contact with that i did.

I am so absofuckinglutely tired. I drink a few cups of coffee, find out what exactly i need to do. Turns out me and my dad are basically running the starting line which means going up to every car that goes on the track, pressing down on the hood, making sure they closed their door and trunk properly. Nothing better then rolling up onto some dude's $150,000 Porsche, push down on the logo, pull on the door and then push down on their trunk.

Finally, after a good lunch, i get to ride in one of these amazingly fucked up cars. I get in a car with a friend of my dad's. We're going 90pmh in what seems like a few feet from the starting line and go into this sick turn. We don't slow down.

My jaw literally drops, not like “my jaw drops”, my jaw litterally opens as i prepare my body and soul for death as i see we're going 120 mph down the straightaway. We take several 90 degree turns at sickening speeds. The beautiful woman driving, giggling the whole time, as im thrown from one side of the seat to the other, still strapped into the harness. We get out. I propose to her.

I literally didn't think women could drive like that. The whole world was a different shade of blue.

I took more pics, more people went out driving and then we had a final “lets all have beer” session. Before that my dad throws me the keys to his 911. His 1997, last of the air cooled porsches, the car that's sat in the garage. Like phosphorescent desert buttons , singing one familiar song…

I get it up to around 100 on the straightaway, not breaking until i see the breaking cones. He tells me to break. I'm like “yeah i know”. Another straightaway. More gas. Then breaking, breaking, gas, breaking, turning, gasing, gasing, breaking, GASING, saying “come on, let me do one more lap” GASING, BREAKING, GASING, BREAKING, TURNING, GASING.

I want a Porsche.

I still think the best part of the day was when he asked me to grab him another beer before we left, but not to open it. I run back, grab a handful of beers and get in the car.

I like beer.