Author: Scoutmastertoad

this morning my new maids came by. i answered the door in my work clothes, hawaiian and camo…whole apartment smells like pot…tori blaring. it’s 2 foreign chicks, both of them pretty cute.

they get started and i sit at my computer designing a web site, drinking a pabst and it hits me how bad ass this is. instead of washing dishes, i’m building a web site. the maids are cleaning, i am building sites, this is the way the world works. i finish the site and get it launched instead of dishes.

hail satan.
i’m sure they weren’t really feeling the tori since they couldn’t speak english but that’s irrelevant. i’m sure they got the gist of it.

they were so bad ass tho, place is spotless….only took them 2 albums to finish the place.

i gave them both crackhore t-shirts when they left. i should have asked to them to wear them next week when they come back.

this guy has been hard at work in new orleans drawing faces on all kinds of stuff…i think this was pretty funny…even better that i had to crop out…well yeah hehe.

i’m selling off the last of my crackhore shirts and koozies in preparation for my next order. Please please please order one, they are super fucking cheap and i can’t justify buying more until these are sold. There are only XL and one XXL available but they look pretty cool. Each of the koozies will be worth millions because it was also signed by me as well.

i took this pic in gentilly heh

it started with the popeyes…

i was at a bar this afternoon after a really long day, like starting at 7am and not stopping.

i had a few drinks, the bartender recognized me from 2 years ago, asked if i as a web designer, oh yeah i remember you. nice. i’m sure i was witty and charming and not drunk and angry. i paid my tab and started to walk home, before i did i grabbed a to go cup and looked around. i poured half a pitcher into a to go cup and walk out. i have no idea who they were but they weren’t looking so it became mine.

with the chicken it was a determined set of 1, 2, 3 actions. this was “oh well, they left their tennis ball on the ground, i’ll pick it up”. just strolled out with a cup of someone else’s beer.

i felt bad.

not really.

i gotta be more careful tho.

anyway, the rest of today has been so many buses and pain and death. i really hope everything doesn’t cave in.

we can always start stealing.

😀

i forgot what this life was about, starting to remember. this is cool tho. at one point today i almost started crying and it hit me, this is a lot better then doing this bullshit in memphis. all around me was new orleans and what i love about all of this. it just sucks freelancing without a car, the bus sucks.

thats what i get.

so i’m pretty much settled into this new life…the goverment is no longer giving me huge checks to sit in a cubicle…i am unleashed into the world of freelancing again.

kelly has helped me clean up my proposals…former co-workers from the .mil have gotten me new website contracts to work on, things are going to be okay. the universe has turned several times and said “oh hey toad, u needs some work? you has it”.

everyday is a panic rush to do as much, bill as much, configure and set up as much. and i love it more then life itself.

when i am tired, i sleep, when i am motivated, i work.

no cubicle, no more happy face.

the only thing that sucks is i’m still not working out as much as i want…i’m running every other day and i’m ready for the crescent city classic but it’s sick how tied a man’s ego is to his biceps…once you’ve been in really good shape it sucks to get skinny again…i need to focus tho…the crescent city is around the corner…6.2 miles of pain and suffering….i wanted to pussy out and just not run it but my parents are coming in town and my dad wants to run the race with me…no way i can fag out on that. then a week later minh my old running buddy calls and says he’s coming in town for the race.

i gotta cut back on the smoking.

yesterday i ran in audobon park about 7pm with the downward spiral on the ipod. nothing like running in pitch dark hearing ERASE ME!!!!!!!!!!!! pretty decent run…i never thought years ago i would be listening to this dark ass music running through the park waiting to get killed. sometimes i wonder if it’s just a really subtle suicide attempt, running in the park after sunset…everyone at my funeral like “yah he died doing what he loved, running to depressing music” instead of “yah he drank himself to death, he died what he loved, hating everything”.

my biggest fantasy is to be running to the park and get hit by a drunk driver and killed instantly. bitches be loling at my funeral like “wait what, he died, running? hit by a drunk driver? wait is this the right funeral, i thinks i gotta be the funeral next to this one”

things are getting better, very much closer to being complete as a freelancer…the time it’s taken me to install the tools of the trade, set everything back up, proposal templates to be rebuilt…i feel 19 again. peter and anne have been very helpful.

thank god for good people.
and everyone who is following nip/tuck…wow heh

ugh today would take a while to write out..meeting on the other side of the city, bruce driving me…drinking at wholefoods…i should come back to this subject…a few good moments.

one thing to note…doesn’t need any back story… if i’ve learned 1 thing in life, if you’re wearing a tie and you look good, you can get away with a lot in america.