All night long I woke up to check on my little friend.  He was given to my daughter a few months ago and I knew by the way he acted then he wasn't well.  Trigger is a ferret and he has a host of health problems and is getting close to the end.  Unfortunately, my kids bring home all types of animals and I end up getting to be the caregiver.  Most of the time I get angry at having to take care of all the critters but this time I'm just heartbroken because I've really taken a liking to Trigger.

I know that Trigger is nearing the end because he's so lethargic and because he's become such a big baby.  He sleeps far more than he did a few months ago and he looks terrible.  I'm amazed at how he wants to be close to me all the time and when he wakes up he quite often licks me and nudges me.  I know that when he is gone I'm sure going to miss this little guy but at the same time I hate to watch him suffer.  For now, I'm going to let nature run its course and just be here for my friend.

I slept in this morning....again.  It was delightful I must say!  Of course, I didn't get in the bed til after 2am because I had to go retrieve my car and my cell phone from a pharmacist turned sack chasing bitch!  The whole incident along with other factors is about to make me JUST SAY NO. 

The day started out so beautiful and sunny.  I just had to get out and ride with the sunroof open.  I let my long, auburn hair blow in the breeze and felt the beads of sweat trickle down my face and neck.  I went to the grocery store and picked up a few items and headed home.  I put up the groceries and took another shower and before I could get dressed good an awful storm rolled in and wouldn't you know I forgot the trash bags and laundry detergent while I was out.  Oh well, I enjoyed my ride in the rain too!

I'm all settled in and the storm is gone as quick as it came.  I'm sitting down to a nice, hot bowl of menudo!  Wish there was someone here besides me to enjoy it! 

I've slept all day and it's been great.  I've got to go pick up my car and cell phone because someone just can't seem to stop sucking on her glass dick long enough to bring my car back.

I woke up around 11:30 am to find that my partner is still gone in my car and with my phone.  I got a shower and walked to the store (all 4 of her cars are torn up because of her crazy ex!)  I called her and she's re-upped and flipped it twice and will be here sometime tonight with some really good dizope!  Thank God, because I've not hit a good bowl of meth in a couple of days.  I had some shitty shit yesterday, but nothing great.  Right now I could use a good bowl.

I've eaten ever since I opened my eyes today.  I feel like I'm about to burst out of my size 3 jeans!  I really enjoyed all the Easter candy though!

Well, it's naptime till my girl gets here with the real goodies and maybe I can get my nigga to spend the night with me tonight and give me some of that big, black dick til I can't move!  I'll let ya know how it goes!

Well, I've been up to the same old, same old and a few things have happened.  I thought I wasn't going to write anymore, but changed my mind.  It seems sometimes that I just don't have time to write because I am busy.  In fact, I am busy right now.  My daughter is visiting and I want to spend some time with her.

Anyway, my man came to stay with me for awhile right before the first of the month, only to go AWOL on the 8th and then he resurfaced on the 14th.  It seemed much longer than that probably due to the fact that I stay awake for such long periods of time.

My man went to court on the 10th and then again on the 13th.  Since he was unable to pay for a lawyer he had a public defender who tricked him into pleading guilty instead of having a jury trial.  Him pleading guilty means that most likely my charges of trafficking meth and poss. of marijuana will be dropped.  Unfortunately, because he has priors (not for drugs) he was sentenced to 15 years and I say he's not going to do it.  He agrees about fleeing.

A few minutes ago my friend left to take this mexican mob guy back into the city so he can catch a flight back to Mexico and she can re-up on some 'muy bien hielo.'  I hope she hurries because I feel so tired and I keep feeling on the verge of a panic attack.  Of course, it's no wonder with all these fucking teenagers and pets running around in a one bedroom house!  I should be insane and it's no wonder I do drugs!  I can't wait to leave the country and every bit of this shit behind me.  My kids can come visit me!

I am going to go lay down for a bit and watch tv so I can calm my nerves.  Tell ya more later!

Here I sit in the early hours of the morning wondering how much longer I will stay awake.  I woke up Tuesday morning and here it is Thursday morning and I really should grab a nap because I am fairly sure I will be busy later on.  Thursday is payday for some people and Friday is not only a payday, but also a party day.  I am hoping that I can make enough money to get my car fixed plus buy a few extra things, then it will be time to get out of the game. 

I know I am pushing my luck, but fast money and a free high are almost always too good to turn down.  I am already facing trafficking and possession charges (which I am sure I will be found NOT GUILTY.)  I won't say much about my case, but the only thing I was guilty of last time was allowing someone to stay in my home and I did NOT know that he an sold illegal substance out of my house.  I was at work and the drugs weren't even actually in my house...they were in his car.   This time, however, I am guilty as fucking sin.  With this stupid charge hanging over my head any shot of decent employment has gone out the window.  I have been turned down over and over for jobs, housing, etc. and I haven't even been to trial yet.  Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?  I tell you one thing, it never fucking existed.  I figure it this way, if the world wants to judge me before my trial and not even give me the opportunity to explain myself or prove that I am a good and diligent worker, then fine!  Label me a bad seed and I will show you just how bad I can be.  I will use it and sell it and have a helluva time.  I just need to hit this quick lick and get the hell out.

I got my hair cut today (yesterday) and I feel pretty damn good about it.  I was beginning to feel like a fraggle so thank God for that thick booty girl at Regis.  She made me feel a couple of years younger.

Damn it, I am experiencing writer's block.  Everyone here is asleep except for Chelle and I think she is about to turn in.  I will be the only one awake and uh-oh, Dogg, my soon-to-be ex-husband is awake too.  Ha! Ha!  I am tweaked out with my fucking techno music going and I am keeping everyone up.  I wish everyone loved to party like me.  Damn it, why does everything and everyone around me seem so bland.  Perhaps I should have left Dogg at his house with his parents and I should have begged to stay with my other friends...out of town! (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE & I am sure you're having more fun than me.)

Well, I am about to go raid Wal-Mart so I can have some fun.  Chelle got up and she's gonna go with me.  Gotta go. 

At 5:30am my feet hit the floor and I made a mad dash for the restroom to relieve myself.  I wandered back to bed in hopes that I would be able to sleep until around 9am, but I finally gave up on sleeping late and rolled out of bed around 7 o'clock.

I wandered back to the bathroom where I washed my face, combed my messy auburn mop, & brushed my teeth.  I hurriedly dressed by throwing on a pair of GAP jeans and my favorite navy-blue hoodie. Once I found a pair of matching socks and my raggedy-ass New Balance, I was ready. 

By 7:45am I was in my car and headed to go wake up my husband.  His W-2 finally came and I had other errands to run today so we just had to get to the tax preparer.  Plus, I was broke and we always go rapid, so I definately HAD to get to the tax preparer.

I suppose that trying to get up and do anything early that involves the semi-ex-husband is a total waste of time.  This man sleeps like my ferret if given half the chance. (Ferrets sleep about 18-20 hours a day.)  I was surprised that I got him out of the house by around 10:15 this morning.  We got to the tax office around 11am and by noon we were on our way to cash half of our refund.

I got another surprise today...the semi-ex-hubby bought me a big heart-shaped box of candy.  Of course, the whole time we were married and living together I cannot remember getting any candy, but I suppose he was being nice because I bought him a damn box the day before.  His box just happened to be the next size up from the one I bought him, so I just took it that he was trying to out-do me, but I figure he was trying to be nice too.

Anyway, with my $450.00 I bought household stuff, gasoline, gave the kids $80.00, and then I spent some on myself.

Well, it's 1:41am Wednesday and I am hating this loud ass keyboard on my friend's computer.  I have got to get off this thing.  I will write more when I am at home.

Last night I was bored and since my son got his car fixed he was gone and my daughter went to a friend's house.  I was online when my husband got online and sent me an IM through yahoo and invited me to come over.

Now, you're probably wondering why I would have to be invited over to see my husband.  Well, we are separated.  In fact, we are getting a divorce due to difference in morals, values, and beliefs on child rearing.  Simply, we don't get along very well, but we are still best friends.

Anyway, I was cold, bored, & out of smokes,  so I went to visit my husband.  We both enjoyed the overnighter, but it would have been so much better if his sister hadn't been there with her rotten 2 yr old and her new baby.  Her 2 yr old has never had any discipline and screamed and cried because she couldn't stay in the bedroom with us simply because she wanted to hang out with my black lab.  Then, somewhere around 3am the new baby woke up and screamed for what seemed like an hour.  Arrggh.  I am definately not used to small children and hopefully my next visit won't be when they are around.

I woke up this morning around 6am to find snow on the ground.  There may have been an inch, but it was pretty all the same.  I love snow, but it sure was damn cold and when I got on the road at 6:15 to head home I silently prayed each time I hit a patch of ice that I wouldn't run off the road and be stuck.

As you can see, I made it home safely and I got my grocery shopping done by 8:30 this morning.  There are still flurries here and there, but no blizzard in Bama damnit.  I suppose I'm gonna go fix me some hot cocoa and crawl under the covers for awhile.

Well, I slept all night and most of the day.  I thought the flu was gone but for some reason there was this bubbly feeling in my stomach.  Hopefully, it will be gone for good.

It was supposed to snow here last night, but of course, all it did was rain.  I suppose if I want snow, I should move somewhere besides Alabama.  It's no wonder I slept all day with the dreary cold raindrops beating on my roof.  It was so dreary that Sailor (my black lab,) Princess (my obese kitty,) and Trigger (my curious, stinky ferret) all followed me to the couch for some endless log sawing. 

I have to laugh because Princess is mad because she is out of catfood and she is having to wait for my son to come home to bring her some.  She's so pissed that she slapped Trigger in the face.  Wonder if she knows that he's the reason she's out of food, since he's the one that stole the last of it.

Gotta go, hubby keeps interrupting.

I have been totally unable to use my computer until today.  I helped my friends on Thursday and I felt fine.  I woke up Friday and was going to help them some more when I felt a strange feeling in the pit of stomach.  Suddenly, I was running for the toilet AND grabbing the trashcan.  For more than 12 hours I had something coming out of both ends.  In fact, I hurled so hard that I passed out. 

Today has been much better and I have worked on rearranging my computer and entertainment area. I think I am about to take my ass back to sleep.

Ever have one of those moments where you are thinking fifty-million thoughts, but can't think of one damn thing to say?  For fuck's sake, it's taken me about 5 minutes to come up with just this.  Of course, I have been up since Sunday morning (or was it Saturday morning?)  Either way, I have had maybe 4 hours sleep since whatever morning I woke up on.  I promised myself I would sleep last night and I fell asleep on the couch around 10:30 pm only to be awakened at midnight-thirty by one of my daughter's friends. 

You know, I just thought of something.  This could be a not-so-good idea for me to sit in front of computer to write my blog while I am all sketched out.  By the time I finish the friggin thing there will be enough for a novel.  Oh, and you know how it took me five minutes to write the first two sentences?  Well, now my thoughts are flowing from my overactive brain, down my arms, and into my fingertips.  Woot-woot!!

It's gonna be a helluva day!  I'm gonna help my friend's move from their apt.  This should be interesting.  No sleep besides powernaps since the weekend, I'm  tweekin' like a mother fucker and I am gonna pack/move all day.  Oh well, I guess I won't torture the world with my endless babbling blog today.  No novel...not yet anyway. 

Zoom zoom zoom, YA zoom zoom zoom.  The tweekalicious IceQueenXtc is outta here.  C-YA!