Month: July 2003

there is some guy getting head in my living room

his belt is off

revolution action

hmm today started around noon when i rolled over and saw annie next to me. Last night we all drank, ian and i split a soma and we all slept till around 3pm. another night at the crackcave.

anyway, after annie left i ate a anti-depressant my new doctor said “might help”. i figure at this point anything will. I wash it down with 2 cups of coffee and god knows how much THC.

about 2 hours later i’m starting to wonder if the 2523423 different drugs in my body may make it collapse in on itself mentally/physically. I’m editing php/mysql that my great friend cullen supplied me with, alternating from giggling like a molested schoolgirl to screaming along to System of a down.

im not really used to “uppers” as they are called so everything was hitting pretty hard by around 6pm. Work is almost done, im so manic i can barely even type and i quit for the day. Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, update site, bed.

the moral of the story
corporations make really hardcore drugs.

you may have read a previous update about how im making my roommate go crazy through his dreams.

after i told him about how jesus faked everything, etc, i went into my drug induced coma in my own room. i woke up the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed around noon. About 6 hours later ian woke up and told him that dream therapy worked perfectly. I tried to get him to go into detail but he wouldn’t.

i love my roommate

lolloloololol

sometimes me and ian have qaulity time before we go to sleep. it doesn’t not include cluddling or anything, in reality it’s me standing in his door asking him weird questions to try to plant any weird dreams.

i started talking about what it was like to be stuck in a WWII concentration camp death shower and how the surprise must have been sheer.

he then said “close the door and good night michael”

he’s just about asleep right now, going to whisper something about jesus

haha this morning i smoked out the guys that were painting the outside of my duplex.

their over at my neighber’s house right now, smoking pot and eating pizza.

wtf

ugh, fucking 4th of july again. i was walking out of the circle k at highland today and found a $20 bill laying on the ground. I look left, look right, making sure there isn’t a CKY cameraman waiting for some random person to tackle me, and pick it up.

$20 never felt better. $20 will buy a 3rd of a lapdance, or a bag of schwag, or 12 tall boys of Coors Light, and many other wonderful things that i can currently purchase within the matrix.

scoutMASTERtoad: lets kidnap a hooker and celebrate the 4th of july like our forefathers intended
scoutMASTERtoad: by cutting her up and leaving her in a dumpster somewhere

Hmm, first day of being unemployed. I cleaned my entire apartment because i felt bad about being a burden on society. Should i feel bad? I don’t know. I found 4 lighters and 2 packs of cigerettes under my couches. It’s amazing how many things you can find when you move furniture. God i need a job.

It’s funny how stupid the average homeless person is. Since i lost my job im tightening the belt a little bit, which means eating Taco Bell. So im walking back from Taco Bell and some homeless guy comes up to me. I’m in Midtown so it’s no big surprise that he asks for a dollar. I tell him that im eating Taco Bell which means i don’t have any spare money. He asks 2 more times for a dollar then finally makes the correlation from Taco Bell to broke and asks if he can have a bite of my food. I guess i shouldn’t be criticizing him because i’ll probably be doing that next month to pay rent but oh well..

You’ll see some new content up on the site next Sunday when i finish a project with one friend of mine who wishes to remain nameless. My sidekick Ian thought up a wonderful idea for next Whisky Wednesday that is just begging to become a project