ok well, this is very difficult for me to say but, i am beginning to anthropomorphize software. not even software. when the boys of myspace (and i am pretty sure one of them is a wolverine, i.e. attended college at the University of Michigan, my alma mater, oh wait. that was google, nevermind.) created their little sandcastle, later to be mountain of success, another website popped up: www.facebook.com. This website had a smaller target audience. It classified individuals according to what colleges and high schools they were attending. In retrospect they realized their dire mistake and opened up the forum for everyone. I rely on myspace heavily to keep in touch with friends, meet new friends now and then, and once in awhile as a way to find someone to do one night and never talk to again. im on bad behavior sometimes. we wont talk about that right now. anyway, i made an account at facebook, specifically because they have a portion for quotes and i added about 30 quotes from my own language, rather pragmatically referrred to by my friends as "Julisms." i mean come on, this program actually "gossips" about the people on it! it doesnt need people, its got fembots to spill the story.
it actually tells you: "janet added Billy as a friend," and "Steven wrote on terri's wall," or "matt added bad religion to his list of favorite bands." just lousy i tell you. completely lousy. and what is this , giving a gift? you purchase a fake gift with real money and fakely give said fake gift to nothing but a bunch of pixels on a gooey interface, rather that, to a real person's face? oh lord. oh lord and the baby lord.
you stick with missionary and i will stay with doggystyle. everyone has their own preferences. wait i take that back. i will take both missionary AND doggystyle. you can do whatever you want.
tomorrow my mom is taking me to martinez to fill out forms to get general assistance. $100 for spending money, $155 in food stamps, $200 for rent (ours is $2500/mo, she makes $30,000 per year, go figure. mortgages.) i remember this well as we all had them at the rehab i went to , the third rehab. it was on a farm. i tried to save up all my trazodone non narcotic sleeping agents from night and then was going to get a crackhead or heroin addict or pretty much anyone around who would have had the knowledge to help me cook it up and put it in a syringe and then i was inject the llama with the sedatives so i could ride it all around the rehab. instead she just kept trying to spit on me. i did however, bond with this chicken, you could hold her just like a cat and she would kind of purr at you, except her mate- this jerk of a rooster- was always trying to come after me. we also had big fat rabbits we saved from the local shelters and would adopt out. theyd have babies but the babies looked gross. and we had pigs but none of the long term rehabilitation addicts would be nice to them cause in the winter we'd chop them up and eat them.
i went to three rehabs but not really. i went to detox for four days, was clean for ten, drank once for who knows why, it was a habit, went to rehab for nine days, it was so much fun, and then was sober a month when this farm place said i could go there for free. its got the best rates of sobriety in the region , one of the best in the country so i went. it was march, springtime in michigan, so my allergies went nuts at the farm so i was able to transfer after approximately four days to the company's other rehab house in downtown ann arbor. I was a lot more comfortable here, since this is where i went to school. i felt more at home there. we had a gay methamphetamine/sex addict in that house and he and i became fast friends. we were best friends within a few hours. he took my eyebrow pluckers and did everyones eyebrows one day, including the boys. we were like a little family that would get into little fights cause we lived so close together. there were around 40 at the farm but only 14 or so in the house.
female group therapy was very interesting and sexually charged. the girls would talk about doing people for money and drugs. often i felt like barfing because of what i heard from these girls' mouths. i could never even dream of doing what they had done. this one girl was a complete bitch and hated me cause i got the boys attention. i had a huge problem in AA cause you had to talk to girls only, no guys. same with rehab. i got in trouble a lot. this girl hated me, primafacie probably because i got attention from the boys. but i knew she really hated herself. she had this dealer who she was fucking, and he kept her incessantly high on IV heroin. he had a motorcycle and they were on it without safety items and they crashed. Now she is forever paralyzed from the waist down. talk about bad consequences from using. and shes extremely wealthy- filthy rich-like the girls i grew up with in Oakland County, MI (in the 80s it was the 3rd wealthiest county in the country. now i think it is teh 25th) whos parents have a ton of money and shes also very pretty too. she didnt appear to be pretty to me though because she had such a bad attitude. long term rehab is usually for 4-6 months. she had been there like NINE MONTHS and was making no progress. oh lord.
anyway i got tired of the rules, you had to be with THREE PEOPLE WHEREVER YOU WENT i swear they even had it in the rules you had to bring three people in the bathroom while you were in the stall. you couldnt wear makeup. i was always going to smoke with only myself and would get caught and after like five days there i quit. i think i was there total (including my days at the farm AND the city houses) like 8 days. instead of 4-6 months. lol. so thats the story of rehab.
i loved the second one cause the people were great, i was the youngest, there was no drama. but if i wanted to make a shitload of drama i would do a reality show about people in rehab. the farm was NUTS! people were doing drugs everywhere, people would go to an AA meeting but come back drunk, one girl gave like five blowjobs in one week, and one of the receivers felt guilty and told on himself. he was at the long term rehab as an alternative to 2 years in prison. because he got the blow job and told on himself, he was kicked out of rehab and had to go to prison for two years instead. "hope that was a damn good blow job!" we all said. the counselor told me a story about a group back in the 90s where three ROOMS of addicts had a big orgy. 18 boys and girls. the next day, one told. they were all kicked out.
reality rehab would be a cash cow, man. like the real world but the rehab world. its very intesnse you tell all these randoms your worst fears and the worst things youve ever done and you get so close and then you never see them again. it is unlike any other thing. i would compare it to the people that lived through the terror of the nakatome plaza incident in 89 whereby john mcClaine had to save the fuckin world while terrorist were trying to get a wanted general set free. in real life they wanted money. anyway, one of them was pregnant even, and they got her a couch. the people were peeing in their pants until hans allowed them to travel in groups to the toilets. some of them used cocaine to extremes to hide their fear, only to screw up the whole thing by attempting to befriend the terrorists by coming clean about the upstairs nusaince john mcClaine. but McClain had some tricks up his sleeves AND down his pants. He broke Gleurbleur's neck. Now he had a machine gun. "ho. ho. ho."
love, peki
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