Got married on the 23rd, had the sex of the baby confirmed. it is definetly a girl, we will name her Mae Imogen. I have the worst cold right now but other than that, things have been so good.

That's it for now, I am to sick to get into details but I will come back and tell you about the wedding, it was small but perfect.

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another pic fer ya dawg lovers, this is chuy the chihuahua



This week has ben pretty well boring. Got to eat some hydros monday night but that's cutting it a little too close for probation. I haven't been tested in a year and half but you never know. And as soon as I let my guard down that is when they will hit me with it. Hopefully I will get to do a big fat coke shot tomorrow but I ain't holding my breath, it never happens when I count on it.

I love it when I think we aren't getting anything for awhile and my bf walks in with a fat bag and just throws it down in front of me. So anyhoo, my week has been uneventful, which isn't half bad. After the life I have had, quiet and boring can sometimes be a welcome reprieve from the madness.

Our good friend C has just moved out of Seattle to a little area right outside of the city. He sucks! We are going up to visit when I get off house arrest and I was hoping to be able to stay right in the city. Oh well, we won't be too far away. We are going to check the place out as we are thinking about moving there. We can both make alot more money and I have always wanted to live in a large city that is not New York.

My big highlight for the week is my jewelry order which should be here today. So my ears and septum will be stretched by Monday. I am now thinking of going ahead and stretching to 1 inch.

So thats it, nothing exciting to report.

and anonymous who asked about my dog...she is a chihuahua and dachshound mix. Not quite big enough to be a whippet. I love whippets though. We had a very cute pair that came into the clinic I worked at. Their owner was neurotic though which made the dogs freaky too.

Ummm

i dont know what the fuck i am doing but meh...here goes nothing. i used to detest blogging, but i have come across some pretty good ones lately and i have been testing the blogosphere waters over at livejournal.

so you want to know about me. there is no way i am fitting it all in here, i will be here forever. the important points. i was raised by a drug addict/dealer. left home at 15. got married and had a kid at 19. divorced at 20. met chad at 23 had another kid, been together since. went crazy and smashed my car into someone elses. got probation, fucked up got house arrest and somewhere in there went to school and became a veterinary technician. but due to the house arrest the clinic i worked at doesnt want me til i finish up probation. so i am a phone sex prostitute.

thats the long and short of it. i know this blog will lead to me talking about my drug use, proably alot. even tho right now i dont use that often. i shoot coke about once a month, i eat pills when i can get my hands on them. i am looking at getting back to the basics tho. i started tripping alot at 16. i loved it, did it all the time. smoked alot of weed. but after watching my mother fuck up for years and put me in shitty situations, i was terrified of hard drugs. terrified yet drawn. i always saw shooting up as such a glamorous, rock star thing to do. i knew it wasn't. i am not stupid. i knew what it was to be a junkie, even without actually having been one at the time. still i was drawn.

i didnt touch any hard stuff till i was 23. then i went nuts, did it all. well almost, have never smoked crack. my mom is a crack ho now. maybe thats why, that and it just smells like ass. i have been looking to find a good dope connection, but havent yet.

my friend found a bag of H on the floor of a conveinence store and gave it to us. that shit was the best drug i have ever had. it was very light brown, almost white. i nose bumped that for like 3 days. it was perfection.

anyhow, i know i am gonna get some dumbasses that want to come on here and make stupid comments n such. to let you know right now. i dont care. i make no bones about what i do and who i am. dont want to hear, then be off. nothing you say is going to change me, hurt my feeling or even really do more than mildly piss me off. and you will be damn lucky to get that.

oh and one last thing. i consider myself a junkie even tho i have not had the occassion to shoot H yet. actually thats a lie, i almost forgot about that black tar c sent us. to me anyone who sticks a needle in their arm is a junkie. i am not going to argue this point with anyone. its just how i like to think.