victoria

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 18:49:58 GMT

I hadn't been out of treatment for 4 days and I nearly got arrested because the fucking police are assholes. I was on my way to an a.a. meeting and I got pulled over because my headlight was out. I told the cop where I was going and that fucker profiled me and assumed that since I'm in recovery, I MUST be on drugs or some shit. So I let the bitch search my car and search my person and what do you know... OF COURSE he finds a needle in my trunk. Of course. Then I had to wait for a female officer to get her ass over to where I was so she could check me and during that time 5 police cars rolled up and there were 11 policemen posted up on the side of the road with me. ELEVEN. I was like DON'T YALL HAVE BETTER SHIT TO DO? Apparently not. I ended up driving away scott free but it was humiliating! And when I got to the meeting all these homeboys were like AWW SHIT I SAW BABYGIRL KICKIN IT TOUGH WITH THE PO-LICE TONIGHT! It was rough. You try to be honest with the cops and they profile your ass because you're a drug addict and they try to pin some bullshit on you because you got a rig and a couple plastic baggies with traces of heroin in them. Aint that some bullshit. ANYWAY im trying to keep my head up and stay positive. Todays a good day if I aint in jail and I got a roof over my head and im clean and serene as a goddamn whistle. I will say that there are some ridiculously hot guys in recovery. Amen for that.

olly olly oxen free fresh outta rehab

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 20:58:29 GMT

HI I'M ALIVE! I just left rehab yesterday and I'm in mississippi right now. I don't know when I'll be home. I can't use my phone or computer right now but I will be able to eventually. I've been clean since september 8! I miss all of you so much and I can't wait to see you guys again. Xoxo

Sat, 22 Nov 2008 08:38:43 GMT

I'M FUCKED.

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 01:57:54 GMT

sitting at a bar, watching jackass with a silver statue man. WHAT IS GOING ON?

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 02:44:43 GMT

uh oh...

rest in peace

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 14:56:01 GMT

i'm devastated.

"history is not just a bunch of dead guys!"

fuck this

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:51:51 GMT

wow, diego

GOD

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 03:29:55 GMT

MEN ARE FUCKING STUPID.

haha

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 17:35:21 GMT

i just wrote a personal/photo essay on cypress.

the high ground... WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 01:36:29 GMT

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 06:56:06 GMT

now you're stranded in the cold with a knife in your back.

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 04:56:28 GMT

i feel incredibly alone
all
the
time

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 20:43:08 GMT

the same person has been in my dreams for the past few days, and i wish he weren't. i really wish he weren't. but i'm so glad he is.

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 00:50:00 GMT

google earth is wonderful, really. i've been everywhere.

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 20:08:52 GMT

maybe i'm completely incompetent, or maybe i'm just an idiot, but i cannot put my nose ring (hoop)in to save my life!

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 23:08:24 GMT

jesus tap dancin' christ

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 21:26:52 GMT

GET ME OUT OF THIS MESS

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 14:41:35 GMT

some people are really disappointing.

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 18:35:09 GMT

no no no no NO

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 22:39:08 GMT

christmas in a hotel room is only idea when you're drunk.
i want to go home!

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 00:15:24 GMT

no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie
no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone

bobby

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 04:19:48 GMT

PLAYBOY: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?

DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?

PLAYBOY: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?

DYLAN: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 00:32:21 GMT

i shaved my legs after nearly 2 months.
sick!

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 00:56:19 GMT

no no no no no

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 18:51:24 GMT

i hate everything about the college application process.