Category: TOAD NEWS FEED

hmmm almost midnight, the end of yet another horrible day….worst part is there was actually 1 second of happiness…

this kinda tells you what level i’ve been living on the past few months….like i go through each day, not really making any money, not really doing any work, just kinda stumbling through trying to make the best. fiending for any chance to really talk to someone.

Today i went to my deli that i always go to, the same place that once filled my day with joy and wonderfulness when they told me, a complete stranger, that i could just pay for my sandwich tommorow since “they knew me”

That trust makes me feel so warm inside….maybe it’s just living in memphis, being hounded by cops, almost getting carjacked on a daily basis…

Today, after troubleshooting fucking Apple’s all morning, then giving up and trying to set it up on a fucking winbook, i give up and go to lunch. My deli friend gives me a extra piece of fried chicken when i left. We talked before, mostly about fried chicken. I stated that i spent a considerable time in new orleans that i could tell good fried chicken from the crap the other places pass off.

I dunno why someone giving me a extra piece of fried chicken can make up for all the speeding tickets, lonliness, lack of work and utter pointlessness of life….oh well…

haha god my dad asks me to go to a “social” for all the companies in the building. Probably a bad idea, i walk in at 3pm, down a beer and start socializing with the rest of the people there.

I do okay, barely slurring my speech, actually giving a business card to a prospective client and not passing out or asking anyone for pot.

Best part was when they had the contest for the person who had the best new year’s resolutions. So everyone walked around asking who had the best resolution. I was telling everyone that my resolution was to get into the office by 10am.

I won 3rd place.

$5 blockbuster card up in this piece!

Can’t believe i won 3rd place, everyone else was talking about world peace and toad is talking about getting to work before lunch….haha kick ass.

hmmm 2 speeding tickets in 2 days…$60 x 2 = $120….both times pulled over within a block of where 2 people were killed in a drive by shooting….each time i almost get shot by the cop pulling me over because i have to open my door(since my window won’t roll down thanks to someone trying to steal my stereo).

If the Memphis Police Department wants me to kill myself, their about 1 more speeding ticket away. I just hope the cop that gave me a 45 in a 35 on fucking Lamar is the officer called to the scene when they find my dead body hanging in my apartment. He’ll walk in, find the little note pinned to my shirt, explaining that the memphis police finally convinced me to kill myself and that they won.

I think tommorow im just going to work from home since obviously some karmic forces have been thrown off. Tonight i shall sit quietly in my apartment, not bothering any law enforcement or the rest of humanity.

There will often be a loud “crack” followed by severe pain, severe bruising and possible swelling.

god, need to just stop talking to people in real life all together. i’m sitting at the arcade downtown, eating my chicken salad, no dressing, scribbling in a notebook. my waitresses says “okay, i’m gonna be nosey, whatcha working on?”.

i could have said a billion other things but i blurt out “crackhore.com” She goes “oh umm” and i start to explain the site, fail miserable, mention that it’s not porn and then watch her walk away….

i saw her walk away and sit next to the other waitress. Then i felt the eyes on me. I have 2 cups of coffee and quickly leave. even left um a tip.

hehe so im sitting at my computer, jamming to some shoutcast.com, reading k10k.net, like i do every morning at work and i hear a knock.

a well dressed black woman is in my doorway and asks where the former occupant of my office is. I tell her i think their downstairs, we both smile at each other and she leaves.

about a hour later i hear footsteps again behind me and she’s like “you know i had my heart set on this office”. I laugh and tell her it’s all about the windows and she says “it’s okay, i forgive you”.

have the worst feeling im gonna be walking out to my car for lunch later and get jacked by people wanting my office…

scoutmastertoad: guess their in the office next to us, now it makes sense
scoutmastertoad: we snagged that shit like 2 days before they did haha
scoutmastertoad: gonna be walking out to lunch and get hit by a folding chair
scoutmastertoad: wake up in the hallway surrounded by all my stuff

got back in town early this morning….never went to bed last night so everything is a bit fuzzy….pictures and update will come later…having some problems putting the whole trip in chronological order since i started almost everyday with some form of alcohol…

i woke up at around noon today, covered in a blue sleeping bag, curled up on the couch with my sweatshirt as a pillow. I hear Lana walk in, talk of gatorade and suddenly a Blue Raspberry bottle of gatorade is shoved into my little cave of hungoverness. I open the bottle, pealing off the protective covers and put it to my mouth.

the cool sweet taste flows into my dry, sticky mouth, washing away the horrible residue of the beer that was consumed moments before i fell into my drunken coma. Never has gatorade ever tasted so good. Lana has achieved sainthood for her walking to Wa-Wa’s to get it for jeff and me.

last night jeff, lana and i walked to a noise show in philly. We don’t really have shows like that in memphis so after a few forties it was really great. I snuck in a McDonalds cup full of whiskey so towards the end of the show jeff and i were moshing while everyone else stood around watching. fucking ruled. At the end one of the guys playing puts on Fleetwood Mac and starts singing along and talking about his girlfriend, ending up rolling on the floor in his boxers.
Noise=fleetwood mac karoke

wow heh
if popluation density had a zip code, new york would be umm several of them….i spent about 8 hours wandering around new york in a hangover haze, trying to see as much of the city as possible….this is just a mention, the plane ride back will be the whiskey filled total update…hopei live that long…