It's been a month and a half since my last entry into this here narcissistic journal. Vacations have been taken, friends have been made, lives have been forever altered. I went on a date. He compared my ass to the Empire Strikes Back. I'm taking it as a compliment.
Summer is over. I feel my brain starting to drift, like it did last year. Hopefully recognition of the problem will help stave off the problem. :) Until something awful happens, I've just gotta keep on keepin' on.
Y'know, like ya do.
Oh, something fun. I was cleaning out my car yesterday and drug dealer neighbor came over and asked to use my phone to call his dad. I didn't have it with me, and told him as much. He said his "lady" friend had a toothache and they'd been waiting three hours for his father to come take her to the ER, but someone had stolen her phone so they couldn't get a hold of him.
Being a sucker for tooth pain, I went and got my phone for him. (*sigh*) While he was talking to his father, she started talking.
As methheads are wont to do.
She said that she had broken her tooth off and needed more pain pills, because she had sold all of hers, and boyfriend's dad refused to pay her back for them.
So, kids, the moral of the story is...
Oh fuck, I don't even know any more. Hugs not drugs? Methheads will tell you their life story whether you give a shit or not? You too can enable your druggie neighbors? Whatever the moral is, I'm not going to miss them when they eventually go to jail.
