it started with the popeyes…

i was at a bar this afternoon after a really long day, like starting at 7am and not stopping.

i had a few drinks, the bartender recognized me from 2 years ago, asked if i as a web designer, oh yeah i remember you. nice. i’m sure i was witty and charming and not drunk and angry. i paid my tab and started to walk home, before i did i grabbed a to go cup and looked around. i poured half a pitcher into a to go cup and walk out. i have no idea who they were but they weren’t looking so it became mine.

with the chicken it was a determined set of 1, 2, 3 actions. this was “oh well, they left their tennis ball on the ground, i’ll pick it up”. just strolled out with a cup of someone else’s beer.

i felt bad.

not really.

i gotta be more careful tho.

anyway, the rest of today has been so many buses and pain and death. i really hope everything doesn’t cave in.

we can always start stealing.


i forgot what this life was about, starting to remember. this is cool tho. at one point today i almost started crying and it hit me, this is a lot better then doing this bullshit in memphis. all around me was new orleans and what i love about all of this. it just sucks freelancing without a car, the bus sucks.

thats what i get.

been busy

so i’m pretty much settled into this new life…the goverment is no longer giving me huge checks to sit in a cubicle…i am unleashed into the world of freelancing again.

kelly has helped me clean up my proposals…former co-workers from the .mil have gotten me new website contracts to work on, things are going to be okay. the universe has turned several times and said “oh hey toad, u needs some work? you has it”.

everyday is a panic rush to do as much, bill as much, configure and set up as much. and i love it more then life itself.

when i am tired, i sleep, when i am motivated, i work.

no cubicle, no more happy face.

the only thing that sucks is i’m still not working out as much as i want…i’m running every other day and i’m ready for the crescent city classic but it’s sick how tied a man’s ego is to his biceps…once you’ve been in really good shape it sucks to get skinny again…i need to focus tho…the crescent city is around the corner…6.2 miles of pain and suffering….i wanted to pussy out and just not run it but my parents are coming in town and my dad wants to run the race with me…no way i can fag out on that. then a week later minh my old running buddy calls and says he’s coming in town for the race.

i gotta cut back on the smoking.

yesterday i ran in audobon park about 7pm with the downward spiral on the ipod. nothing like running in pitch dark hearing ERASE ME!!!!!!!!!!!! pretty decent run…i never thought years ago i would be listening to this dark ass music running through the park waiting to get killed. sometimes i wonder if it’s just a really subtle suicide attempt, running in the park after sunset…everyone at my funeral like “yah he died doing what he loved, running to depressing music” instead of “yah he drank himself to death, he died what he loved, hating everything”.

my biggest fantasy is to be running to the park and get hit by a drunk driver and killed instantly. bitches be loling at my funeral like “wait what, he died, running? hit by a drunk driver? wait is this the right funeral, i thinks i gotta be the funeral next to this one”

things are getting better, very much closer to being complete as a freelancer…the time it’s taken me to install the tools of the trade, set everything back up, proposal templates to be rebuilt…i feel 19 again. peter and anne have been very helpful.

thank god for good people.
and everyone who is following nip/tuck…wow heh


ugh today would take a while to write out..meeting on the other side of the city, bruce driving me…drinking at wholefoods…i should come back to this subject…a few good moments.

one thing to note…doesn’t need any back story… if i’ve learned 1 thing in life, if you’re wearing a tie and you look good, you can get away with a lot in america.


i haven’t been posting at all lately.

i’ve moved from the desolation to uptown.

the move was a total diaster and continues to be.

mardi gras has come and gone. we took it easy…no hard drugs, few really drunk nights…

one good story tho 😀

we were on st charles watching a parade. this huge family of white people(this is important), has this huge table of food, popeyes fried chicken, biscuits, chips, cookies, an insane amount of food to just leave laying around.

i started out staring at them, watching them chow down on that wonderful, wonderful chicken. i realized what marla is doing everytime she watches me eat fried chicken….just stare, throw guilt and maybe, maybe they will give you some, just because they noticed you staring. i’ll feel different everytime she stares at me while eating.

finally, after a few shots of jager, it hits me that these people really don’t deserve this chicken. white people don’t appreciate fried chicken like we do. these steps have been carefully monitored by my wonderful girlfriend. she’s starting to see the writing on the wall and where this is going. she’s listened to me talk about the marla method failing and it’s time to resort to the other alternative marla method.

stealing 😀

it was right after that 2nd shot when i realized i’m going to steal this family’s fried chicken. i tell kelly to meet me across the street, a nice point to meet up if i don’t get murdered by this huge family for stealing their coveted food.

i wait for the perfect moment, watching everyone i have seen go to the table to make sure they are facing the parade. i walk up, open kelly’s backpack and slide the box in.

i walk slowly, but yet quickly, across the street and wait for the angry mob and or kelly.

luckily i get out of this without getting murdered. kelly meets me across the street, i laugh the entire way home and feast on my stolen chicken.

the next day i’m still eating the chicken, tastes so great. it wasn’t spicey tho, the white people i stole it from obviously didn’t like that “spicey” chicken…thank god for sauce.

it’s fucked up but about 2 months ago we were walking down magazine and i saw this woman and her children, carrying a box of popeyes…as we walked up to them i said to kelly, “im just going to grab it and run, meet me back at your house”…i didn’t…it just didn’t feel right.

this time it did 😀

kelly also bought me a bottle of scotch last saturday so i’m sure this update is fucked to face.

she also made this, which is the desktop of my living room computer


the katrina card, play it

ordered marla  bed, it’s been discontinued. i really miss using my account for online orders…the military gets so much respect…oh well…
>      Sorry the regular Cedar Max 39.75 has been discontinued by the mfgr.
> Caddis.
> We can supply the Cedar Max Plus which is 44.99.  There are two liners in
> the Cedar Max Plus

my response:

it better be 6 dollars better, can you give me free shipping? my poor
dog lost her bed because of katrina and we have been waiting for this.