sometimes me and ian have qaulity time before we go to sleep. it doesn’t not include cluddling or anything, in reality it’s me standing in his door asking him weird questions to try to plant any weird dreams.
i started talking about what it was like to be stuck in a WWII concentration camp death shower and how the surprise must have been sheer.
he then said “close the door and good night michael”
he’s just about asleep right now, going to whisper something about jesus
haha this morning i smoked out the guys that were painting the outside of my duplex.
their over at my neighber’s house right now, smoking pot and eating pizza.
wtf
ugh, fucking 4th of july again. i was walking out of the circle k at highland today and found a $20 bill laying on the ground. I look left, look right, making sure there isn’t a CKY cameraman waiting for some random person to tackle me, and pick it up.
$20 never felt better. $20 will buy a 3rd of a lapdance, or a bag of schwag, or 12 tall boys of Coors Light, and many other wonderful things that i can currently purchase within the matrix.
scoutMASTERtoad: lets kidnap a hooker and celebrate the 4th of july like our forefathers intended
scoutMASTERtoad: by cutting her up and leaving her in a dumpster somewhere
Hmm, first day of being unemployed. I cleaned my entire apartment because i felt bad about being a burden on society. Should i feel bad? I don’t know. I found 4 lighters and 2 packs of cigerettes under my couches. It’s amazing how many things you can find when you move furniture. God i need a job.
It’s funny how stupid the average homeless person is. Since i lost my job im tightening the belt a little bit, which means eating Taco Bell. So im walking back from Taco Bell and some homeless guy comes up to me. I’m in Midtown so it’s no big surprise that he asks for a dollar. I tell him that im eating Taco Bell which means i don’t have any spare money. He asks 2 more times for a dollar then finally makes the correlation from Taco Bell to broke and asks if he can have a bite of my food. I guess i shouldn’t be criticizing him because i’ll probably be doing that next month to pay rent but oh well..
You’ll see some new content up on the site next Sunday when i finish a project with one friend of mine who wishes to remain nameless. My sidekick Ian thought up a wonderful idea for next Whisky Wednesday that is just begging to become a project
I washed down the downpayment for the website, a Halcion, with one of those big Heineken's. I put on Wes's swimsuit, which was a little tight in the crotch, no offense to Wes, and proceded to pull drunk/luded moves off the diving board.
They give me the rest of the downpayment, making me promise i don't eat them until i'm on my way home and going directly to bed. My friend warns me that his doctor told him to take up to 13 at a time since their only 25 mg each. He said he ate 4 the first night he had them and was mad pilled out, so i was sold.
So on the way home i'm shifting with one hand and tearing theSeroquel packages open with my mouth, calling people on my cellphone to find a place to drink. Wes answers, i meet him at the Glass Onion and all starts to get really gray.
I know i got there, parked my car, rolled up all my windows, even closing the sunroof, went in and drank with everyone. I only remember about a 1/4th of the conversations of the night and woke up in my bed with my boots still tied.
Around god knows when I was sitting out on the patio, one eye open, Wes demanding that he give me a ride home, i figure this night's over. Every time i tried to talk it came out without any punctuation or any of the other things you need in a sentence needs.
I pay my tab, somehow, as you can see to left, i left with both copies of the receipt, probably causing all kinds of ruckus at the end of the night. I woke up in bed, a opened Seroquel package laying next to my keys and wallet.
Happy 23rd birthday toad, you've made it 23 years, let see if we can do another 23!@#$@#
BigBabyOwlJesus: 3 beers at jillians a black and tan n fish and chips at dan mcguinness then countless cherry bombs and pucker shots then a double shot 190 octane then more pucker shots and 5 shots of jack and a heineken, i even threw up all over myself at one point, ha i was walking through peabody place with a hand full of vomit and a shot of jack i got to the bathroom, finished vomiting, killed the shot of jack then went back upstairs and continued drinking.
BigBabyOwlJesus: this drunk underage germantown rich bich ho randomly tried to start a fight with me all the time i had Eugene from Oxbow in my head trying to get me to say “bitch you’re either leaving this bar DEAD or FUCKED” but i ignored him and just ended the situation peacefully and got a free shot of jack from the bartender
It’s been 365 days.
I’ve deleted most of this post just to try to stay un melodramitic(sp). All i should say is what i did today. I woke up, worked as much as i could and got drunk, typed out many paragraphs of depressing diatrab(sp), deleted it and hopefully went to bed
god, my neighbers dog is barking, thus invoking a great orchestra of barking dogs on my entire goddamn street. i’m up anyway working but the principle of these random neighberhood dogs that roam up and down the street annoying other people’s dogs.
god why am i updating about these goddamn dogs. i went outside a second ago and saw someone standing in the street yelling at the dogs too. I think thats it.
god i wish i was tired.
was laying in bed trying to sleep when i hear ian barge in at 6 am with some anonymous girl. ian wakes me up, alex who is on the couch is totally awake.
we all argue and figure and it’s decided that theres going to be a drinking constest at noon when we wake ian up.
so now im in the living room having miller in preperation, wondering what music to let ian fall gracefully to sleep