I’ve been away a while. What have I been doing? Well for three days straight I used H. Then I ran out of a source of money, so I’m just on methadone right now. My urine is dirty so before I bought heroin I peed in a cup, and ever since I’ve been putting that pee in a condom and putting down in my nether region to warm it up. That sucks.
Now that family dosn’t know where I’m blogging I can talk about them. So my aunt Debbie has a step daughter, her name is Jo Jo. She has two kids, well really three, but the oldest one doesn’t live with her. The two little one’s live with Jo Jo. Now Jo Jo is a manly women. Very butch in her mannerisms. Talks like she’s the toughest broad to ever walk the streets. She a Crystal Meth addict, and a drunk. She is not a good mother, and lives off her real mom, and my aunt Debbie. Now I don’t like Jo Jo, but my aunt who supposedly loves Jo, is always saying shit about how bad she is. I was sick of it. The last time I saw Jo I said be careful Debbie is a manipulative bitch.
I’ve been telling my mom now for months that I should video tape her talking shit about Jo, and send it to her. Well that opportunity presented itself a few days ago. We were driving back to Green Bay after having lunch at this shitty bar that Debbie just had to try. So as always Debbie started harping on about Jo, Jo did this, Jo said that, Jo is this. I said fuck it, and I got my phone, and pretended I was on drawsomething, but instead I video taped her whole half hour tirade about Jo Jo. Then when I got home I emailed the video to Jo Jo, and sent her a text explaining the video. Now I don’t know if she got this video, or not because she never texted me back.
In other news we got a new car, a VW Passat 2010. Its ficken awesome, and I get to drive it most because I leave the house the most. Well that’s not totally true. My dad leaves a lot, but he takes the Jeep because he goes to the bar, and doesn’t want to wreck the new car. I don’t understand why he has to drive to the bar at all. We live just a few blocks from Broadway, or he could take a cab for cheap. Broadway is where all the bars he likes to go to are.
Tomorrow my dad turns 55, and he says that he’s never smoking or drinking again. I don’t believe a word of it. I herd it too many times. Just like he’s herd I’m never going to use heroin again. My mom pre made his favorite dish for tomorrows dinner, pork chops and sauerkraut. I got him a really nice card. Every time his birthday comes I feel like a complete waste of space, because of what I did on my dad’s 50th bday. When I Od’ed on Asprin, and wine. He found me unresponsive, and I didn’t wake until three days after his birthday in a hospital 300 miles from our old house in Michigan. I still have problems with my Kidneys because of that stunt.
If you can believe it, I’m still reading David Copperfield. I’m almost done. I’ve been having trouble keeping my eyes open when I’m trying to read. When I’m using I don’t even try, because I can’t even hold a cigarette with out dropping it, much less a book. I like to read between 10am and 4pm, but that’s the time I’m most tired. So lately I’ve been reading after 4pm to around 10pm. I really like the book. I’m at the part where his aunt lost all her money, and is now staying with “Trotwood” aka Davy. David hasn’t told he betrothed, Dora, that he’s no longer in a position to marry. As Dora is from an affluent home, and now David Copperfield has nothing but his name to pledge. Steerforth took little Em’ly from Ham, and ran off. Mrs. Steerforth tells Mr. Peggoty (little Em’ly’s adopted father) that Steerforth cannot and will not marry her and make her a lady. She’s just a peasant. The whole of Yarmouth is against lil Em’ly because she ran off to become a lady leaving behind her betrothed, Ham. Ham is in a sad way now that Emily is gone. I could go on and on, but I bore you.
I bought a bottle of turquoise hair dye, and purple hair dye. I’m not going to dye it just yet, and I’m still in love with the yellow hair. I love my hair so much that I started Weight Watchers again. I go to the meetings, and I have the apps on my phone to count my points. They even have this app that scans the bar codes on your phone of any food, and it tells you how many points it is. FYI, a large Milky Way is only 6 points. Instead of candy bars, I’ve moved on to blow pops. I suck on them almost all day. I suck at least 4 a day.
Well, I’m going to end this post. I’m going to change my gravatar. I no longer like the photo I have up there.
Live long and prosper.
Anna Grace Young