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Friday, June 02, 2006 Make you wanna move your dancing feet, yeah This post hopefully as I'm typing will enable me to reflect on the last 24 hours of my life. I'm totally ashamed to say and I would rather not have to be sat here posting this, but yes I have had a relapse. When I look back and reflect how it has all happened it's my own silly fault for being such a pushover.Now as I sit here feeling totally used and upset by the people who have put me down today where are they now, do they give a fuck. Fact I am no drug dealer, at times the end user, but not a dealer. One of my clients for the last few days has done nothing but keep calling me texting me and totally hounding me to get him some coke. Bearing in mind, he knows all about my problems and the battles I face every day to keep on the wagon. As if he gives a hoot. Anyway everynight this week I have totally avoided all his calls then yesterday morning he texed me yet again. So I gave in to his demands and called a coke dealer and grabbed three grams for him. I called him around 3PM to let him know I had what he had asked me for and to come and collect it on his way home from the office. All of a Sudden fuck face starts acting dumb "I don't want it now I don't have the cash" I'm like hang on a minute I've laid out the money for something I don't even want to be around and you don't wan't it. I was livid, what a wanka, selfish bastard who has totally no respect for me what so ever. So I thought OK I'll leave it here and get rid of it as soon as possible yes I did get rid of it at the speed of fucking lightening up my right nostril. Went to the store at 8Am this morning to grab a bottle of vino totally in the horrors. I tried to get back to sleep but it was not happening. I called someone else and indulged in another bump and a bag of skunk. The worse of it all is that my parents were due to land at 12pm to come and see my new house. I tried to hide my Friday morning face as best as I could but I was totally spannered and sweating like a beatch. All good until we got to the house, it was a boiling hot day and I started to get totally paranoid. I couldn't even manage to write the measurements in my filofax the whole meeting was developing into major paranoia, which was made worse knowing that my parents know I am a coke head.Having confessed last year. Landed back here for coffee and had to sit listening to my Mum ripping me and my life to shreds. She then started crying and doing the where did we go wrong, private education own horse, ballet the fucking whole lot. She even questioned where I had come from !! They don't know what I do obviously but they know I'm fucking crazy, spend loads of poke and see me as totally irresponsible. Oh well it all turned good in the end as I promised that when I move house it will be a new beginning.
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about Cocaine, Champayne, Sex, Money and bullshit. Forget Belle De Jour, Bridget Jones who's she !! this is the real deal enjoy xx About Me
Where the hell do i start ! Well i give a mint blow job !! For now ill just say ive been on a bender for the last 10 years i work in the adult industry and i live a mad life. recently
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