Author: Scoutmastertoad

Well not really. It didn’t cost that much but what hurts is i didn’t look at the time on my ticket until after it was too late. I am a idiot. I am too stupid to get home. I hope Christy wasn’t joking when she said she liked me cuz i’m in new orleans for another 2 days….thank god Ian is going to take care of Marla when my parents leave.

Chad offered to cash in a huge bucket of change i have in my apartment to use as gas money to come pick me up but i told him it’s cool. The train ticket wasn’t that much….it just sucked, i had already drank a 40, my Iriver, cellphone, and laptop were all charged up, the bottle of wine was already open and I find out I fucked up yet again.

When i walked back from the ticket counter i yelled to christy “How much do you love me?” and picked up my bags and started to walk to her car. Ah well, shit happens…now i gotta wait 5 hours for Angie to call to tell her that i’m not on the train and i don’t need a ride from the train station, hehe

buttTOAD: need my bucket of change fedexed to me so i can buy more beer 🙁
Chad: haha
Chad: ill cash it in for gas money and come pick you up
buttTOAD: lol
buttTOAD: good call
Chad: in your new car!
Chad: at 130 MPH it wont take long
Chad: i would seriously do it next weekend

The reasons are complex tho. I just woke up from a nightmare that i got caught shoplifting it from Bestbuy. The dream was so lucid that i could read the serial number off the cd right before a horde of police officers stormed through all entrances and trapped me in the stereo section. I figured it was a sign.

It feels kinda weird tho, im actually supporting Blizzard for once. For those of you who know me in real life, you know my “Buying software is for faggots and pussies” rule but for once i thought i should support um. They’ve given me years of entertainment at no cost so i figure i guess i owe it to them. That and i couldn’t find a serial number for it so it was either a) not play warcraft anymore and find something else to waste my time on or b) buy it.

So in 2 business days i will receive my own copy of Warcraft 3 – Reign Of Chaos. I’ll open the box, stare at the glossy finish, rip that box open and install my legal copy. Then on my other computer I’ll load up a fat list of mp3s on my pirated operating system and beat down some Orcs.

After kicking in the door to the bathroom and trying to get a pic of Christy topless, im sent back to computer again.

Last night i was having a really weird dream where Marla had destroyed something. I smacked her in the face and woke up when it didn’t feel like Marla that i had hit. I open my eyes and see i had just smacked Christy in the face. I quickly closed my eyes and rolled over, praying that she didn’t wake up and fell back asleep. The next morning i waited to hear about it. After about 2 hours she asks “do you remember smacking me twice in the face last night?” I don’t even remember the 2nd time…

Ugh today has been so unhealthy…..warmed up Popeyes from last night for breakfast with a Coke….a plain cheese pizza for lunch while we watched Requiem For a Dream, then 2 doughnuts(1 chocolate covered with sprinkles and a cream filled glaze) for dinner. Now the bottle of wine gets opened……

After Christy went to class and the bottle of Livingston was once unscrewed i thought about it some more. Do i really want a vehicle that encourages offroad driving? Every 2-3 months i would get drunk and drive the Camry through my apartment’s backyard, do i really want something that would make it possible to drive up hills, etc? Probably not.

It’s really weird to not have my car anymore. I spent more time in that car then i did most of my apartments. That car got me home on more nights when i shouldn’t have been driving, was the place of more drug use, the most anger, the most depression, the most happiness, then any other single place. Across the country and back again, that car went through hell and back with me…..

Well, Christy gets home from class in 40 minutes and i promised to do the dishes…..wait for another wine soaked update tommorow…tata

After a amazing 2 hour massage, i can barely talk, see or type so im gonna try to finish this update without passing out in my chair.

Everyone should have a massage therapist girlfriend.

The Swedish part was relaxing as usual with the Oriental music playing, the candles lit and the dim lights. Then came the deep tissue. She should have turned off the Oriental music and put on Aenima. My back is a playground of knots and sore muscles from the years of computer use and they really hurt when they come undone.

But for now im going to go lay down in her soft bed and curl up with the blanket, going to bed at the early hour of 2am.

For those of you who give a shit, i come back in 5 days…back to my smelly apartment full of empty beer bottles, back to all the websites that need finishing, back to real life.

I really wish i had brough the cable for my camera since i have loads of images i’d like to upload.

I wish i was drunk so i could fully explain my hatred for the Memphis Police Department right now. Besides the multiple speeding tickets i’ve received in the past few months, including the 5 mph over that i received a few weeks ago that just happened to fall on the end of the month so that he would reach his quota. Besides the fact that i wasn’t allowed to report my car stolen, besides the fact that they neglected to mention in the police report that i was locked in my apartment and had my keys stolen…

I love how the cars still say to serve and protect…

The little black boy randomly walked up to me on the train and sat down next to me. He asked what i was drinking, i told him grape juice and he sat and watched Resident Evil on my laptop.

The first 2 pictures are the last 2 pictures of Dave.

Theres a phrase that I use quite frequently.

Not Happy.

The verbal expression of disgust, anger, or hatred. Expressing your emotions outloud.

I really wanna know who makes the decisions in this city. Who thinks that Segways are a better idea then finishing the 10 year project that is the Sam Cooper high way extension. It’s not so much that they arn’t finishing it, the fact they started on it, paid for all this work then just let it rott. This is also the city that barely has any public schooling with air conditioning.

For those of you aren’t familar with the Segways, it’s basically the next step in the devolution of our species. I love electronics. I carry at least 3 of them when I leave the safety of my apartment. But fuck, theres a line. WE HAVE LEGS FOR A FUCKING REASON! I CLOSE MY EYES AND I SEE A SEA OF STARBUCKS AND MCDONALDS WITH SEGWAY LINES WRAPPING AROUND THE BUILDING. THEY SLOWLY PULL UP THE GAS, RECEIVE THEIR FOOD AND DRIVE OFF IN THEIR SEGWAY, SWEAT STREAMING DOWN THEIR FACE FROM EFFORT.

God. Overton Park has been under construction for over a year and the postman get fucking Segways. Central Ave is starting to look like New Orleans. And the postmen get Segways.

Going back to bed…

Then Christy comes over and we decide to play drinking games….with wine. Not included in these pictures are the pics of me laying on my side in a pool of vomit after the jug of wine was emptied….