Aug 23, 2009 14:52
Out of Rehab. Getting my life back together. I could write a bad song with seven hands behind my back, but I just don't want to grow up. I honestly thought that EVERYONE had a secret serious drug problem. Really. This is the longest I've been clean in YEARS WANT 2 HAVE A PARTY?
Jailbird could go to jail in as short as a week. I think I like having him around because we are opposites. Who would have thought EYE would be spending so much time around a near-frat boy, nearly nearly. And he thinks I'm a PUNK. HA. Please.
WAIT AND GET THIS, HE'S A CONSERVATIVE. I'm close friends with a conservative. BUT HE HAS THE BEST DOG. THERE IS NO BETTER DOG IN THE WORLD THAN HIS DOG, ATLAS. Seriously. I don't even like dogs.
Want to get a job in a bar. The only real trigger for me is my mother, trust me. I think my mother triggers me more than watching someone milk their veins firsthand.
Jailbird says I should get the rehab's head psych to write me a letter of recommendation to get back into UNO. I'm not ready, Jailbird.
I miss Leigh. I wish I could go work at his work. WE WOULD HAVE TOO MUCH FUN. I SWEAR.
I want a job so bad I would suck your dick, old man on the corner. The economy is bad. I need that bread. I'M JUST KIDDING. JESUS.