Author: Scoutmastertoad

There was mad 40's consumed by all, then me and Manda went out to my parent's house
where i wash my car, still 40ing it up.

I still express, yo, I don’t smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don’t manage Nuthin’

1:42pm….listening to NWA, empty plate of hot wings on my desk, drinking a Watermelon Cherry Koolaide and vodka…i blame all of this on Ian.

can’t remember what aim window had this link but it’s a intresting read…

interview with female necrophiliac

this is my favorite paragraph.

I quietly jumped off the table and threw the sheet back over the body. My clothes were in quite a state of disarray, and I had blood on me and everything else– it had been an autopsy case. There was a casket with the lid open in the side casket-room, so I ran and hid behind it. The casket was on a church-truck so they couldn’t see me, but they could see my legs.

Ian comes home pissed off about his bank fucking him and decides to cook both of us lunch. He’s really upset about the bank withdrawling his car note…twice…which caused the check he wrote to cover his court costs to bounce…

He brings me some pasta and ravolli(sp) and a glass of thinks pink looking koolaide. I think him, take a huge sip of the koolaide and exclaim “wow that’s some strange tasting koolaide, almost tastes like it has vodka in it”. To this Ian giggles loudly and sits down with his own glass of ‘special koolaid’.

Turns out my psychotic(sp?) bartender roommate spiked the entire pitcher of koolaide. I feel like i can justify drinking some of it at 9:41am by updating about it but it just isn’t working…hmm

gawd 8am…eating hot wings, listening to Love Buzz on repeat, after being woke up my drunk ass roommate at 7:30 when he came home from the bar.

after trying desperately to fall asleep to a simpsons episode, i go back into the living room, heat up some wings and start Thursday.

Lets recap wednesday in a few paragraphs. I woke up yesterday around noon, hungover as usual. I crawl out of bed, check email, check voicemail, probably drank or smoked pot.

On the way to the first meeting, i stop to buy some fig newtons and a 40 of Miller Lite on my dad’s company card. I figure they owe me. I drank half the 40 on the way to the first meeting, scarf down the fig newtons and go to my first meeting.

Turns out they were using a lowercase letter when they should have been using a capital one. That was worth the drive. And the $75 an hour i was charging them. Fuckers.

On my way to the next meeting, we have a lil pot and the rest of the beer. I finish the 40 in the client’s driveway, throw the bottle in his trashcan by the curb, eat some gum and go in. Normal meeting.

Drive home in terrible rush hour traffic, curse the entire human race on Airways Blvd and rot at computer for a few hours. Manda calls and asks if i’d like to partake in some dinner type activities. After she buys me dinner, we head up to the evil bar(s) my roommate works at.

Blurry, blurry, wake up at 7am like “omg”….wheeeee

Nothing like getting $5 out of your change bucket to buy a 40 and some TacoBell. The fun never stops!

We're all just chilling and we decide to get more drinks. As we're getting into respective vehicles, Brookes says “toad i like you, i wanna be more like you”. I got in the car, thought for a second, looked down at my red and black soccer jersey i was wearing and said “That was definetely the quote of the day”.

We end up at Neils, and since i wasn't driving, i procede to eat as much whiskey as possible and take pictures of everyone, whether they like it or not. I'm pretty sure we left Neils and came home but that's where the pics end so..

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee hasldfhalkshdfha wesley willis is playing at the hitone in 20 mins…really wish i had $10 to go…..oh well…rent before wesley….

Today i tried to steal a fire hydrant. If you live in memphis and know a bunch of people that are really strong, it’s down cooper, kinda near peabody, next to the bridge. Those things are fucking heavy….i tried rolling it to the car but with no luck. A guy walking stares across the street as i laugh and try to drag it to the trunk. I finally give up, get in my car defeated and drive home….probably gave up at the exact right time too cuz a squad car rolled by as soon as i closed the trunk….apparently it’s a felony…

i realized one day that i don’t need a place to live. The money i waste on apartments, fixing my 2 desktop computers, internet bills, everything, is a huge waste of money. The fact that i have desktop computers kinda makes me feel lame. The big monitor is nice, i have to admit, and if i ever did the homeless thing again, i would find some place i could stash a monitor, just to design on, maybe even a keyboard and mouse. I think i know enough friends, business partners, etc, that would lend me 5 feet of their apartment, only for work related design/code work, of course.

See, the, your “day to day” internet access would come from people stupid enough not to secure their networks. That way i could get my fix, 1-2 times a day, just off of random people throughout memphis.

It kinda makes me sad, i feel kinda weak that i “need” a place to live. Sure, it would get tight with Marla and me stuffed in the Civic would be awkward at first.

I mean, you spend $100 on a leet sleeping bag and $300-400 on a ultra sleep tent that setups/breaks down fast, you don’t need a apartment. How much of your time is worth a day to put something above your head.

Now you gotta break it down to math. You only need 8 hours of sleep. People have fought wars, coded websites, done just about anything you can imagine on 8 hours of sleep. Is that 8 hours a day worth all that money a month? You can wake up somewhere, fold your tent up, or just fold your sleeping bag up, depending how lazy you are, drive to the nearest acccess point, check email, upload some work maybe, then you’re left with your cell phone and sales work.

Now your probably thinking, shower, brushing teeth, etc. This idea is old school, i didn’t think this up at all. You get a membership with a local health club, go there, maybe even work out, if your not too drunk, shower, shave, etc. Ready to look respectable. Still not spending hardly anything near rent, and you have a place to work out with weights, etc.

Maybe im just freaking out cuz i need rent money in a few days…

god, i let marla outside around 8am this morning for her to go get her pee on. I thought i locked the door, guess not. This morning i find a IDE cable, and 3 condoms(still in package) in my backyard. She pulled this crap off the coffee table, the IDE cable from one of my computers, the condoms from the tip jar at 152 where Ian works…

was such a funny sight, seeing a ide cable covered in leaves next to a bunch of condoms….