Category: TOAD NEWS FEED

christy!

gawd was going through crackhore.com logs just a minute ago and realized that i was getting a huge amount of hits from Case Western Reserve University. I kept thinking, ugh, who do i know that lives in cleveland?

Then i remembered Christy telling me how many people she’s talked to up there about my site. So i’d like to give a huge shout out to my CWRU niggas up there.

how crackhore.com almost went away

besides me dying in a car wreck, drug overdose, etc, there isn’t much thats going to stop this site.

except when goddamn fucking network solutions.

I love the name too, the word network, which describes a bunch of computers and people all working together. Solutions, means a answer to something, providing a answer.

network solutions just provides questions.

i received my netsol notice that crackhore was going to expire in 4 months. My mom, who i guess doesn’t read this site at all, told me that she would gladly renew it for me. She sent off a check to netsol and i considered the matter happily closed until it expired again.

Suddenly, i start getting spam saying that my domain has expired, asking me if i’d like to re-register with their shitty ass registar, etc.

I call netsol up, tell them that they almost ruined my life, considering all the crackhore.com shirts and stickers i own, that my friends wear and have crackhore gear and stickers on their monitors
thanks justin 🙂

anyway, everything is okay now, domain and life saved, everything in it’s right place.

does the show go on….

hmm today started around noon when i rolled over and saw annie next to me. Last night we all drank, ian and i split a soma and we all slept till around 3pm. another night at the crackcave.

anyway, after annie left i ate a anti-depressant my new doctor said “might help”. i figure at this point anything will. I wash it down with 2 cups of coffee and god knows how much THC.

about 2 hours later i’m starting to wonder if the 2523423 different drugs in my body may make it collapse in on itself mentally/physically. I’m editing php/mysql that my great friend cullen supplied me with, alternating from giggling like a molested schoolgirl to screaming along to System of a down.

im not really used to “uppers” as they are called so everything was hitting pretty hard by around 6pm. Work is almost done, im so manic i can barely even type and i quit for the day. Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, update site, bed.

the moral of the story
corporations make really hardcore drugs.

ain’t nothing to dream about

you may have read a previous update about how im making my roommate go crazy through his dreams.

after i told him about how jesus faked everything, etc, i went into my drug induced coma in my own room. i woke up the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed around noon. About 6 hours later ian woke up and told him that dream therapy worked perfectly. I tried to get him to go into detail but he wouldn’t.