Author: Scoutmastertoad

[Hook:]
Bitch stop callin me (bitch stop callin me)
Bitch stop callin me (bitch stop callin me)
Aint gon pick tha phone up (Aint gon pick tha phone up)
Aint gon pick tha phone up (Aint gon pick tha phone up

[Verse 1: (Parlae)]
Bitch stop callin me Aint gon pick tha phone up, send ya to tha voicemail
straight hang tha phone up
Aint gon get yo hair did, bitch stop askin me
Ya nails and ya toes fixed, bitch stop harrassin me’
I buy a bitch a shirt gotta buy a bitch a hat
I dont work at the zoo get this monkey off my back
Ya say ya pregnant wit my baby, shit, I dont think so….
Bitch dat aint my baby, well I dont really kno
I got what I wanted I dont need nuthin more
So stop callin leavin message after message hoe!
Bitch don’t call me no more (why?)
Aint gon pick tha phone up
Treat her like a clothes hanger straight hang the phone up

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: (Buddy)]
Ay, stop callin me bitch dis aint no chat line
Blowin up my phone like a welfare hotline
Thinkin Ima help ya baby-mama bitch ya not mine
Nope I can’t get wit cha and we cannot share no dollar sign
Call restricted hoe, put her numba on call block
Broad real smart, call me from her home-gurl house
Like a bug-a-boo thats nuthin I cant handle
I just treat her like some stranger unknown #s I dont answer
Our relationship got cancelled, forfitted, its ova
Stop leaving messages aint no startin ova
Ima call u aint no need 2 call me
Bitch talkin 2 yourself when U talk behind tha beep

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: (Pimpin)]
Stop calliin me talkin bout “Where u at?”
She wanna hold some money talkin bout let her hold a stack
I pick tha phone up quick tell this bitch I’ll call her l8ta
Hung the phone up quick sent her straight to tha operator
She callin all the time, now she knockin at my door
Fuck that bitch hard cuz she keep wantin more
Just call it quit bitch den I made tha bitch leave
She tha stalkin type bitch, hidin behind a nigga tree
She callin once again keep callin niggas phone
She keep callin tha cell and the phone I got at home
Now she just fucked up cuz she went and worked for Nextel
call a nigga phone change my password on my voicemail

[Hook:]

[Verse 4: (Jizzal Man)]
Y u keep callin me?
What the fuck u playin on my phone 4?
Dats what stupid bitches get cracked across tha dome for
I cant get to tha phone, Im unable to answer
I aint buyin braids and I aint sendin pampers
U just dont get it u servin no purpose
I dont wanna talk, talk 2 my answerin service
I dont wanna talk to ya, I dont wanna fuck ya
Naw I aint ya boo and hell naw I dont love ya
U be wit tha silly shit,straight up on dat trippin shit
Callin me now, bitch used to be on Pimpin dick
It is what it is, I wish u wouldnt bother me
Bitch stop…stop…stop callin me!

[Hook:]

god it’s been hectic lately…i actually got drunk and wrote on my company’s “blog” site last night while drunk… that i’m actually really enjoying writing on it…crackhore is tough to write about it because it’s about my personal life…

sweet, sour times by portishead just loaded up…that’s dope timing, here we go…

life is hurting, time besides myself hurts…just ignore the thoughts, guilt is there because you have screwed up on as many levels as you’ve allowed yourself…just apologize and try to move on…

oh well…i keep telling myself, this isn’t the first girl you’ve fallen in love with, who’s heart you’ve broken and this isn’t the first time you average a $45 nightly tab. it’s comforting to think that you’ve done this before, much worse and not as well.

anyway, lets keep this upbeat.  i got my ticket for mars volta tonight. ftw. i was rubbing it on my dick on the bus ride home. so excited. i can’t wait. it was so weird sitting on the bus, feeling the ticket in my pocket thinking about how just truly excited i was. i know they don’t usually put on a great live show, i mean i don’t know that because i haven’t seen them so i’m excited….

yeah let’s see what else….sunday night after my guests left i went out to have a few drinks, brought marla with me since dogs can go to bars here…we hangout for a while at our bar and end up in a car, go to some chick’s apartment, then to another bar. at one point i look at marla, who is riding in the back seat of the explorer we’re riding and say “yeah this is a little more of a walk then both of us expected”

and she nodded.

after tonight and talking to some people, it seemed like marla dragged me face down on magazine home. good dog.

today was long…jackie knocked on my door at 9am…i crashed after working until 3…the maids come at 9:15…jackie and toad working while the maids clean…i find a can of beer in my fridge…gotta love life…the maids finish, jackie and i get a little more work done, i shower and get ready to meet the cpa…

we meet anne at juan’s, i swallow 2 pbrs with lunch…cpa makes me realize i am a fuck up in life and i want to die…jackie leaves and anne and i go to riverridge….we go through the accounts receivables which always makes me mad…i want to stab everyone who owes for more then 90 days…i let them slide…more flies with honey, more flies with honey…

i meet the guy with the mars volta ticket at cooter brown’s…. i wait for a half an hour with my $4.75 beer…i didn’t even give her the 25 cents…fuck you and your stupid riverridge bar…hate everyone in here….nothing wrong with the bar, just filled with people that just…anyway

he recognizes me immediately and we exchange money for ticket and i leave…lizzy calls me, she says my maids used the last of her detergent…yeah i’ll get you some…i go to rite aide and get some…walking home i see people emptying out a apartment, dragging stuff to the curb for the universe to take.

i ask and they say sure…i grab a nice lamp and a weird little metal bookshelf. i carry it about a mile and a half home…in a collared shirt with my laptop bag, etc…i really wanted that lamp…

i got some looks honestly…i dress pretty well for meetings, now i’m carrying this big lamp and a bookshelf, and a laptop bag…i even pass a cop car…she glances up and ignores it…yeah it’s just weird, not illegal.

wow…last night i went out after i had been out kind of thing…ended up having a really long conversation with a homeless guy…who now owes me $5….

so i wake up at like 5am and think “shit i forgot to do something”…moving a web site…lots of files, e-mail accounts, everything…i get it all moved over and wait for the phone call.. cuz i know they are gonna call

so i’m all amped up on coffee, got on the camo pants, bright ass hawaiian shirt…strutting across magazine to get some v8…getting all sorts of looks…fuck um…don’t care about anything anymore.

i’ve crossed over to whole new level of rock bottom.

it’s grand.

okay i’ve heard this from a few people, including some crazy woman on the bus and so many people have asked me about that i want to put this up here.  now i live one black off of magazine, a yuppy street with lots of art dealers, expensive restaurants, etc. it’s all very pretty and “new orleansy” but it comes at a cost.

now the thing about magazine is the most corporate thing is a starbucks, everything else is mom and pop…but on this one area there is a little strip mall…3 stores…a big blockbuster, a subway and a chinese food place. people are getting all upset because they say it ruins the “feel” of the street….it’s total bullshit and i’d love to find someone who disagrees just so i could ask them to go tell the owner of that subway franchise that he’s not “good enough” and that we need one more stupid shop.

now i can kinda follow it, i really can. i hate the huge blockbuster sign. i hate blockbuster. i don’t know why they even exist anymore. but the subway and the chinese place are owned by business owners, no subway is owned by the corporation, it’s just a fucking franchise…and you know sometimes i don’t feel like spending $10 on a goddamn meal because i happen to be hungry in my own neighborhood.

yesterday at the coffee shop that ive been using to interview my new assistant i got talking with another web guy i’ve seen up there. he asks me if i’ve heard about this bullshit and i say “yeah i heard a lady on the bus ranting about it”. He asks if i’ve been to the chinese place, i tell him no. He says it has the personality of a convenience store but it’s cheap and good.

so last night after several shots of jager i roll up into the chinese place and order dinner. i’m almost tempted to try to say i’m going to start eating there frequently to support their cause but i realize soon that they probably don’t speak much english and neither do after all the beer and jager.

it was really funny when i first heard about this. i was on the bus going downtown and this really old white woman is sitting close to the front and having a forced type conversation with the bus driver about this topic. i had never heard about it before and listened intently.  she’s going on and on how unfair it is that these people are getting ganged up on and goes on to say “it’s all white people that are bitching”.

i think about it and really consider how true that must really be.  i’m really ashamed to be white. it’s a real sign of the way things are going in this country, that the rich are getting so rich that they are getting bored and scanning the horizon for things that bother them…

i’ve seriously been thinking about trying to find the next time the group that is pressuring meets up.  call the news stations and get some signs.

i’m sure it is…

i’m not running out of money, i’m not gonna kill myself, i’m going to build my business and win.

i will sell this house today! i will sell this house today!

hehe today i saw my print ad in the nola levee, a local print…so awesome…sitting at bar by myself staring at it, picking out all the mistakes i made…shoot jager and showing strangers….hope it gets me some work…if not it was a valuable lesson in..not advertising.  still a great ego trip. print work always is.

the new assistant starts tomorrow…first contestant…

deebs made this for me

i love fark…i love flame wars…usually the ones about politics and religion i skim through, almost like the mental equivalent of junk food. sometimes there are threads about stuff that kinda relates to me…

anyway, thread about bicyclists usually being at fault in most traffic accidents. i agree, i’m stoned and biking, usually thinking about web site, girls and making money.
i saw this comment and related to it on such a intense level.

Probably not entirely untrue. Many cyclists ride like nimrods in traffic. The problem is that riding in traffic is a skill that takes practice to master. I’m a cyclist, I run red lights all the time; as a matter of principle, almost. I’m not hanging around like a tool waiting for the light to change when there’s no traffic coming on either side.

It’s like the serenity prayer. God, grant me the free lane to blow the lights I can, the brake pads to observe the lights I can’t, and the common farking sense to know the difference.

The problem is too that it’s not just cyclists. Walkers do really stupid stuff, and I’ve seen terrible things.

so true.