ugh ive you’ve never been to ebanned then you should take a good hard look.
im so proud that shit like that exists. it makes all my work seem like it has a purpose.
someday, if i work hard, stay sober and focus on my goals, i too will be making websites that sell bloody underwear.
if you came here just hit the back button cuz theres nuthin to see here.
ugh okay, this is my story of the day, i know ive told most of my aim list about this, which includes all my friends but today i had a meeting with a client thats going to rename nameless until i finish his site.
i go into his office, we sit down and start talking about random small business shit. mainly because i brought up how i want “a hot sales woman to do all my meetings for me so i can stay at home” kind of thing.
now i step out on my meetings sometimes, show a little more toad then michael but this conversation just kinda spirals out of my hands at this point.
he’s like “yeah ive had a real problem with hot sales women tho”. I’m curious, “how so?”. The client says “well i’ve had a lot of crack whores work for me, i’d kinda like to start a section on my site for the ‘fallen soldiers'”.
I inhale deeply.
Still trying to maintain, shit i dunno what i was trying to maintain. I tell him that i would MUCH rather have a employee on crack then herion, which is definetely what she would be on if she was passing out like that.
I get a weird akward downward spiral of quietness which i must pull up from gracefully.
Anyway, he’s like “yeah, she’d come to work and around noon she’d feel ‘sick’ and go to the bathroom, then come back, lay on the couch, eyes rolled back, totally passed out”.
I nod more, like “yup, thats what happens when you inject drugs into your veins” kinda nod and we continue. Then he turns his laptop around and goes “yeah look at this pic”
There it was, his sales woman, smacked out on his couch.
Part of me is really disappointed in myself for not going “hey could u email that to me?” so this post would be even better but it never works out that way.
I think the worst part about this meeting was this guy wasn’t much older then me, had shared the same building yet probably hasn’t ever read this site.
Or is now.
And is getting another webdesigner 🙁
this week has been one long day with little naps in between 4-5am.
i think i probably have cancer.
stomach really hurts.
guess thats what happens when you eat once a day and substitute the rest of the meals for liquid energy.
when the website’s over, turn off the lights.
henry rollins is doing spoken word at the new daisy Friday night.
everyone go.
this is a good time to bring up the time i threw henry rollins a crackhore.com shirt when his spoken word tour came to new orleans.
now he’s gonna get another one.
stopped at Hueys to pound a beer to stop the shaking.
started talking to a beautiful woman named Nora that works at bellsouth.
after i finished my beer and got my to-go order, i hand her a stack of crackhore.com stickers and introduce myself.
one person at a time imma win this city over
again
i can’t even begin to update about the abuse i put my body thru last night and today so i’ll start when i woke up on my floor, the DVD menu for Finding Nemo on loop, loud as fuck, at 6am.
turned off tv, climbed into bed.
went to ihop. tried to eat, shook instead. drank 2 pots of coffee.
when i was leaving i told her the hangover kinda ruined the meal and i was just here for the coffee. she says the breakfast menu is a bad idea when hungover, to go with club sandwich next time.
gave her a nice tip.
riteaide is my next stop, for beer, coffee and shaving cream.
i wonder if im a adult.
anyway, i get the counter, lady actually id’s me. i ask her if she’s new cuz everyone in that rite aide has seen me at my best and at my worst and don’t normally even ask for the id anymore.
“yeah, you come in late at night usually, for beer right?”
“yup, thats me”
someone forward this post to info@riteaide.com