ballet and industrial music?

Just like last year, and the year before, i went to the nutcracker to watch my sister dance. I hate ballet so much, theres just something about it. I like the music but i just don’t see why i need to watch people dance around. That’s what those people do. That’s their “thing”, so i guess i can’t talk….but gawd, i talk about my job being useless haha…

Afterwards i came home, changed and went to the People’s Temple. This was really intresting, watching Brandon mix mp3s on his computer before the band goes on. Was really cool, very intresting contrast…

Yay, it works!

Yay 2 days later, several frustrated hours, we’re back to umm where we were….i kinda reorganized some stuff, not that anyone really cares. My traffic has steadly decreased, along with my content and ideas.

Great.

I still have some visitors, which make me blush and wonder why anyone would keep reading this. Like i was looking through my pic’s today and i was hard pressed to find a picture of me sober with my mouth closed. I mean i guess a website doesn’t have to have a “meaning” it should have a purpose? Blah..

Hmm, it’s been 5 days since i had a drop of alcohol.

By mentioning it on the site, i’m sure to drink tonight but even the idea sounds kinda disgusting most of the time. One hangover too many, i’m putting my gloves down for a while.

I get a lot of weird looks when i’m like “naw i’m not drinking for a while” since most of the people i know havn’t seen me without a beer. I think the real reason is greed. No more fucking bar tabs for a while, toad. Seriously, when you have a tolerance and enough friends who call at 2am to ask you to come drink, it gets expensive.

Sleep.

I love sleep. I’m pretty sure my addiction to sleep started in highschool, the way the pillow felt right after you hit the snooze bar for another “hit” of sleep. But this doesn’t seem to cache out tho. I can hit snooze again and again until it’s 4pm. The bed gets harder and harder to get out of every morning with each Corona that is owned. Then, suddenly, it’s 3pm, you have 15 voicemails on your cellphone, most of them wondering if you’re dead, the inbox has even more shit i need to do…my life now demands me to be awake, not sober, just awake by 9am. Sigh.

Blah, this is getting longer then it intended…

oXMEPHXo: everyone says that, Coke is like windows, everyone hates but its still the top seller on the market

broken :(

ya know, it’s funny, i get high off all the code that runs on my server, the tight ass table’s that marvel most men. I update my site from a laptop in a car, from in bed, drunk on the whole idea that after i die there will be…well lots of drunk pictures of me…

But i degress….

I guess pride struck me from my horse because crackhore.com is now a huge tangled mess. Like orange and yellow cables, all wrapped up around each other.

I’m not sure how to fix it…

I’ll probably get it working….someday…don’t really have anything to do this weekend anyway…god, i have the website equalivant of Jerusalem. It gets torn down in the height of it’s glory and then gets rebuilt again only to fall yet again. So many wasted hours, cutting, pasting, cursing, pasting, stabbing, only to have it all fall down again.

How many times has it been toad typing in notepad when the site is fucked up cuz i was probably drunk and tried to fix something. Time to wash down 2 more Walgreens brand sleep pills and fall asleep.

sigh

A few days ago i logged into crackhore.com and i could only edit certain parts of the site. great, something broke. Then i can’t login at all.

I ask it to email me my password. It smiles and says “we don’t have your email address in the database”. My website was telling me it’s never heard of me before.

I figure, okay, time to upgrade the program i use to edit it. It can’t get anymore fucking broken. I couldn’t post to the site, so i might as well climb under it and start pulling on wires until it works.

After upgrading, i still can’t login, and now the picture on the front of the page is broke. Guess it could get “more not working”.

I finally get the admin username, which somehow changed, by doing all kinds of fun stuff with telnet, mysql and phpmyadmin. I can login. Barely anything works and i think there are 2 different versions of the administration directory…

Best part is the permission denied errors on one of the admin directories….theres something really fucked up about not being able to delete something on your own site….i hate computers

priceless

Leena777: BUDDAH >:o
scoutmastertoad: haha
Leena777: I need buddahs to put under my chinese buddah batik in my room
Leena777: deffo.
scoutmastertoad: yeah?
scoutmastertoad: hmm
Leena777: YES
scoutmastertoad: i’ll will um to you
Leena777: YES INDEED
scoutmastertoad: you have to strip at my funeral tho
Leena777: uuuuh
scoutmastertoad: 🙁
scoutmastertoad: k
scoutmastertoad: plenty of other girls on the aim list
Leena777: k don’t die til I’m like 80 cause that would be more entertaining
Leena777: 80 year old stripping
scoutmastertoad: hahahahaha
Leena777: = priceless

it’s your fault

haha so a week ago i took 2 of ian’s aim friends up to hard rock with me. I ended up dragging them to Wet Willies for a call a cab.

I got drunk, updated my site, said some stuff i shouldnt’ have said, same old, same old, happens all the time.

So i end up having some pure grain alcohol mixed with some fruit slushee and i start saying weird shit when we get home. At one point Stacey called me “bad” and i pulled up my sweatshirt, rubbed my nipple and said “yeah, call me bad again”. We all get drunk, shit happens.

So they were asking ian about it and wondering if toad gets drunk and acts weird a lot.

Ian says “Look, you remember in Gremlins when they feed Gizmo after midnight? Thats what you did, you fed Gizmo after midnight.”

That’s my new metaphor for when people give me alcohol. “Yeah well you remember Gremlins, well, i’m like Gremlins, but with alcohol”.