May 2003

hmm the pics i took the other night at hardrock weren’t on my camera the next morning. So now i figure i have 1 of 2 bad flash cards. That sucks….about to say fuck it and replace both of um….2nd time i’ve lost pics..starting to get kinda depressing

well, the new crackhore.com is almost done…the store still needs to be converted over…but that may have to wait till later…. i really miss alcohol…been sober all day today…passing up my first beer…going straight into the evening without any alcohol so far….i give myself another 8 hours…

haha the best part about that pic is the stuff you can’t see. My 16 yr old sister, my dad, my mom and my girlfriend, all sitting in lawnchairs watching this terrible display. No one helping, keep in mind, just sitting and watching, mostly poking fun at my pathetic attempt to clean the car. It rained today too.

I was thinking yesterday how weird it’s gotta be to really to date me. Manda picks me up yesterday, i’m dressed, hair combed, deoderant applied, ready to go. Her and Marla run to the backyard to play and i finish making a fresh batch of Koolaide. I pour it into a Gatoraide bottle already full of ice and vodka chilling […]

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. […]

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 […]

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 […]