5/19/2009
So it’s been a week since I’ve had any meth. I can’t believe all the damned fucked up trouble I’ve been in. Tuesday the 5th, I guess I was in such a big old hurry to get shit, that I forgot to document the $100 I took out of my account. It doubly sucks that I try to make a little extra cash from home, and end up getting fucked in the ass without lubrication by the company that said they were charging $1.97, when actually they credited my account and charged me $72.14, an amount I did NOT authorize. Add the $24 service charge the bank added on for a bounced check, I’m fucked out of $200. That still burns my ass. I’m still waiting for my new ready teller card in the mail. It’s a giant pain in the ASS when you’re always asleep during bank hrs and you have no damn card.
I was going to buy the supplements for meth come down, but after being out $200, I couldn’t to save my life. Thank God, this time the meth come down only consisted of nothing but mere horrific fatigue, so I come home from my graveyard shift at work, go straight to bed, barely make it out of fuckin bed by 10pm. When I get up I take my 3 painkillers, and I did get some grapefruit juice. Thank Christ I at least had THEM to soften the blow from the come down, so again only been dealing with the fatigue, which is rough, but not nearly as rough as that damned Tramadol. The next 2 Wednesdays I have to go to 4 hrs of traffic school to get the point off my driver’s license for speeding. I’m so behind in bills, it’s not fucking funny, and it’s NOT just from the meth diversions the past 6 wks.
I have 2 goddamned many bills and not enough income. Life pisses me off so much sometimes. I swear all I want is a room to myself, my car, my job, and that’s it. I don’t need a fancy car, house, and a boat, or 9 million credit cards. All I want is for these cocksuckers from probation, the IRS, and medical bills to leave me the fuck alone. That’s hardly asking for much. I’ve been working, too, NOT to go back to my old eating habits so I don’t blow back up like a goddamned fucking HIPPO like before. Hell I’d rather have to go back to being a full time junkie than to look like that disgraceful PIG ever again. I’ve got to watch the anger and hate though, cause they are what tend to get me into trouble in the first place. So, now I’ve got to deal with these damned bill collecters and am seriously thinking of taking a few Tuesdays off, as I’m too fucking tired to hassle with a friggin day shift after 4 nights without dope. I am taking a rest from the meth though.
So it’s been a week since I’ve had any meth. I can’t believe all the damned fucked up trouble I’ve been in. Tuesday the 5th, I guess I was in such a big old hurry to get shit, that I forgot to document the $100 I took out of my account. It doubly sucks that I try to make a little extra cash from home, and end up getting fucked in the ass without lubrication by the company that said they were charging $1.97, when actually they credited my account and charged me $72.14, an amount I did NOT authorize. Add the $24 service charge the bank added on for a bounced check, I’m fucked out of $200. That still burns my ass. I’m still waiting for my new ready teller card in the mail. It’s a giant pain in the ASS when you’re always asleep during bank hrs and you have no damn card.
I was going to buy the supplements for meth come down, but after being out $200, I couldn’t to save my life. Thank God, this time the meth come down only consisted of nothing but mere horrific fatigue, so I come home from my graveyard shift at work, go straight to bed, barely make it out of fuckin bed by 10pm. When I get up I take my 3 painkillers, and I did get some grapefruit juice. Thank Christ I at least had THEM to soften the blow from the come down, so again only been dealing with the fatigue, which is rough, but not nearly as rough as that damned Tramadol. The next 2 Wednesdays I have to go to 4 hrs of traffic school to get the point off my driver’s license for speeding. I’m so behind in bills, it’s not fucking funny, and it’s NOT just from the meth diversions the past 6 wks.
I have 2 goddamned many bills and not enough income. Life pisses me off so much sometimes. I swear all I want is a room to myself, my car, my job, and that’s it. I don’t need a fancy car, house, and a boat, or 9 million credit cards. All I want is for these cocksuckers from probation, the IRS, and medical bills to leave me the fuck alone. That’s hardly asking for much. I’ve been working, too, NOT to go back to my old eating habits so I don’t blow back up like a goddamned fucking HIPPO like before. Hell I’d rather have to go back to being a full time junkie than to look like that disgraceful PIG ever again. I’ve got to watch the anger and hate though, cause they are what tend to get me into trouble in the first place. So, now I’ve got to deal with these damned bill collecters and am seriously thinking of taking a few Tuesdays off, as I’m too fucking tired to hassle with a friggin day shift after 4 nights without dope. I am taking a rest from the meth though.