Life in The Fast Lane

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.