Author: Scoutmastertoad

Driving down Sam Cooper, black civic, black collared shirt, untucked with the pants from the $20 suit he got at Salvation army. Blazing a Swisher Sweet, listening to Ill Communication, and feeling a lot like Tony Saprano.

thats right, want all of you to know that im leaving you behind. Wanna know how? Well, let me show you. Later bitches, have fun with your jobs.

FROM MRS SANDRA WILLIAMS

In brief Introduction , utill we see face to face , I
am MRS SANDRA WILLIAMS, a widow , my husband was
Comrade George WILLIAMS of the blessd memory who died
on the 25th of feb 2001 in detention in Freetown,
Sierre Leone . Following the collapse of mojor Johnny
Paul Koromah military regime by the combined forces of
the west Africa peace keeping force (ECOMOG) which
reinstalled the civilian elected President Alhaji
Tejan Kabbah.
The President upon resumption of office , clamed down
on my husband and his colleagues who served under the
military arrangement of major Johnny Paul Koromah and
succeeded in killing some of them including my
husband, may his soul rest in peace Amen.
When my husband was in detention before his death , He instructed me to take possession of one large trunk box which contains the sum of US$8.5 Millions in the custody of one security company in Abidjan – Côte d’ivoire. He told me to go to the under ground vault of our family house in the village, Mande that I will see the document covering the deposite of the trunk box that when ever I declare the document to the security company, they will release the box to me. He also instructed me to look for a foreign partner who will help me to invest the funds. According to him, he said that the security company where this box where deposited do not know the exact content of the box for security reasons as it was declared as family valuables not as money. And he instructed me, in any case that I should not let the security company to know the real content of the box. Immediatly after his death I and my son where able to move out of the country Sierra-Leone to Abidjan Côted’Ivoire through the help of my husband’s family friend who has a fishing trawler. Now, I have located the security company here in Abidjan – Côte d’Ivoire and were confirm really that he deposited a trunk box in their custody through the security company Director and their executive Officers.

Right now Iam looking for a reliable trust worthy
foreign partner who will be able to help me retrive
the consignment and transfer these funds from here in
Abidjan Côte d’Ivoire to a safe Bank account overseas
and back it up when the fund enter’s his account abord
and also advice me on a favourable business
investment opportunities where these funds will be
effectively invest.

The security company where this box where deposited in
Abidjan do not know the exact content of the box for
security reasons as it was declared as family
valuables not as money .So my dear , I am in the name
of god soliciting for your help in this matter as this
is the only hope of survival for me and my son since
the man of the house is out.

I have negotiated with my son to give you 15% of the
total cash as commision, while you will be gaining 5%
of the monthly profit of the investment. All this are
subject to negotiation upon your acceptance .
Moreover, other very important details shall be made
known to you as soon as I receive your positve
response to this proposal.

Please help me with good spirit in the name of God
Almight Thanking you for anticipated co-operation.

Yours faithfully

MRS SANDRA WILLIAMS

oXMEPHXo: I have 802.11a wireless
SCOUTmasterTOAD: yah nigga
SCOUTmasterTOAD: be rolling with the eight oh 2 here too

2pm, chilling in backyard…drink in hand…checking email…sending email….changing a line of code…mp3s playing

wireless

doesn’t

play

this shit has baffled me from day 1. i can be just kicking it out in a lawn chair, no cables, just chilling. Aim windows, the internet, everything but if i move my eyes a few inches it’s pure green, what my poor eyes are supposed to see.

need to spend more time outside online.

who wants to help me build my own vineyard? i figure i have this huge backyard, a few months left on a lease…i could have mad wine then…would be much cheaper then plowing through $40 worth of wine in 48 hours…

well it’s 7am…probably a little too early to start drinking again…god knows it’s not stopping me tho….time to open photoshop up and get back to it.

yesterday, my main work computer, Armand, decided he wasn’t going to work with Photoshop, the program i pay rent with. This pisses me off. I walk into my bedroom, pick up LeStat and walk back into the living room. I look at Armand, scream “If you don’t want to work here anymore, i’ve found someone else who does!” and set LeStat down.

After hours of troubleshooting i could have spent working on the design, armand works again….

girl calls for ian and im like “naw he’s still asleep” and she gets pissed that he wants to go out to lunch but doesn’t wake up till dinner time…i tell her im having lunch with a girl today and i woke up in time and ask her if she wants to have lunch tommorow with me 🙂

i wonder if i could go in and see if they could add how much money i spend on bar tabs and liquor store rampages. i just opened my statement and felt the bile raise in my throat as i coughed back and quickly closed it.

April 09
National “Warez Some Beer” Day

SCOUTmasterTOAD: i just totally warezed one of my roommmate’s beers
apeekintothepit: i’m gonna do that
apeekintothepit: brb
SCOUTmasterTOAD: omg

SCOUTmasterTOAD: i just totally warezed one of my roommmate’s beers
CYBERCULLEN: hmm good idea brb
CYBERCULLEN: i just warezed a beer out the company fridge

ugh, told client the new proposal would be there “wednesday morning”. But since i set my internal clock to “hangover savings time”, wednesday morning is looking more like 2pm.

you know you have a “out of control” night when a week later you’re still trying to figure out what happened….last night tuesday just seems like it went on forever but i don’t remember any of it after a certain point. I got to the drunk zombie stage and continued to socialize with people, etc, etc.

sooo….

i think i missed my chance to join the army. i wonder if i could be a functioning alcoholic in the army. waking up at 6, getting in my tank, mixing a jack and coke and tear ass across the desert blowing up people without shoes. could see some embedded journalist in my unit videotaping me coming out of my tent, staggering in a circle while i try to light a cigar, falling to the ground laughing and throwing up on myself.