Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Can't Live With 'em, Can't Live Without 'em
Well, Here we go again! My husband "missed a test" so he's back in the county jail and most likely off to prison. This last time he went through a rehab for a month and by the time he had graduated, I had graduated to a whole new level of drug use and while reaching my new low I had picked up a few friends that my hubby didn't exactly approve of. I completley understand that I made some really bad mistakes and if he doesnt want to be with me because he carries too many resentments, then so be it. I'm scared of this world with out him. The truth is he is almost like a parental figure in my life. He's 20 years older than me, he tries to take care of me, in most respects he was a great guy. Here's the catch; this is an M.D. ( Master Of Deciet) and can spin a story so well the president should put him on the payroll. This leads to many, lengthy prison stays, while I love my man dearly, the drugs the lonliness and feelings of abandonment I allow to overwhelm me and I offten find myself in situations unbecoming for a wife.
Friday, January 22, 2010
A Little Sleep Coudn't Hurt!
Man, I have been awake for three days now and it is time to slow my roll, rest my neck and take a sometime to catch a few winks. There only so much rippin' and runnin' one can do before you feel like your going to lose your mind. I'm getting a little delirious right now cause I'm so sleepy. Got to wrap this one up quick; if I dont I might wake up with my face planted in my keyboard.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Art History - Camille Claudel

Friday, September 4, 2009
I just want to get high

Some days like this day, I just want to get high!
The phrase pipe dreams takes on a whole new meaning. I mean I still have dreams about smoking. I wake up in the morning and it takes me a minute to adjust. These dreams just keep reminding me that no matter how long I stay clean, I'm still just a phone call away from getting high. When I'm out anywhere in Santa Rosa, Rohnert Park or Windsor all I can think about is where the nearest dope house is. I guess my real question is, how can I change my mind, the way I think, the way I reason? Why is it that every time I get money, I see it at rocks on a scale. It's one thing to change your lifestyle, but it something totally different to change your mind.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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Hi, thanks for passing through! This blog is only as organized as the thoughts and emotions that run through me. So basicaly, not at all. Blogging is just my way of cleaning out all the little things that accumulate in the corners of my mind. Although I do enjoy feedback so let me know what you think.