UNBELIEVABLE.

SO. Tonight, I went to visit a friend I've had since middle school (The girl I'm standing with in my picture).

I got to her place about 8:30 last night, and left about 3:00 AM.

DURING THAT TIME- Something happened to my car. When I went to leave, I started my car, and couldn't believe my ears. It sounded as if my V-6 Grand Am had magically turned into my V-8 Firebird I had which I sold back in February. So I shut the car off, and started it up again to make sure I was hearing straight.

I was. I got out and looked underneath the car at my exhaust with my emergency flashlight I keep in the car, and I about DIED of shock.

Someone stole a section of the exhaust from my car while I was visiting Lindsay.

I...AM...FURIOUS.

>:[

What the Hell is Wrong With Me???

I'm broke. VERY broke.

My job, as awesome as it may be...sucks. I'm constantly looking for additional employment, but I cannot find any work. I can't do this "work for 2 days a week" crap anymore.

I am getting collection notices on an almost daily basis. My finances are a MESS.

I'm 19 years old. I shouldn't be in the financial state that I'm in. :[

**On the bright side, I'm off probation in 26 days. :]

Music = Therapy

This week has been awful, to put it lightly.

Monday night I was visiting a friend in the city who is a tattoo artist talking about possible ideas for my next tat. That part was good. It was a good visit, and I think I've settled on what I'm gonna get. BUT...after I left, I accidentally turned the wrong way down a one way street (Alternating one way streets confuse the hell outta me!), and so obviously I was pulled over. Now this cop...was a jerk. As soon as he demanded my license and proof of insurance, he asked me if I was in a stolen vehicle, and then demanded that I step out. I told him that it wasn't stolen, and he asked what a "Johnson County White Boy" was doing in the city, and I told him I had been visiting my tattoo artist. He told me to sit tight at the back of my car, and ran my name. Upon running my name, he found out I was on probation, called for backup, told me he was going to search my vehicle, and proceeded to tear apart the inside of my car.

He found nothing, and I could tell he was obviously pissed about that, but he had no grounds to hold me any longer, so he wrote me a warning for turning the wrong way down the street, and let me go.

What a great start to the week...and that was just the beginning. I've been feeling depressed and lonely all week, and there has been mass chaos at home with excess fighting between myself and my sisters, and it has just sucked.

However through all of this, I have found the soothing sounds of Elliott Smith to be the best medication ever. Better than any opiate I could snort, smoke, or inject, any drink I could mix up, and any anti-depressant my doctor could prescribe to me.

Now it's the weekend...let's hope that it goes well, and that next week brings better fortune.

Happy Friday!

LAME.

Last night sucked.

First, we were COMPLETELY dead at work, which is not so great for servers! Last Sunday I made out like a bandit. Last night, I barely made enough to pay for my portion of the phone bill.

IN ADDITION to that, my knee flared up, and this isn't like the "usual" flare-up I get when it starts to bother me. In most cases, it'll flare up, bother me for an hour or two, and go away. Not this time. It started giving me trouble about an hour before I got cut last night (about 7 PM). It is now 3:45 AM and giving me so much Hell I can't hardly handle the stairs to go up to my room.

This all means one thing- a trip to the doc in the morning, which I absolutely HATE going to the doc. DEFINITELY looking forward to that! AND my mum wants to take me out tomorrow evening after she gets off work to take pictures of me- she told me its been too long since she got some recent pics of me...about 4 years. The kicker is, she wants to take some of me with my car, but the car is FILTHY! And if my knee is still bothering me, it is NOT getting cleaned up.

I'm also pretty nervous about my financial state- it HAS gotten a little bit better now that I'm working again, BUT I am starting to think I got in a bit too far over my head with the car I bought. Sure, $180-ish a month isn't bad, but with insurance, it is.

OH THE AGGRAVATION!

BUT...there are some positives for this post, also!

-ALL of my legal fees/fines are paid down to the last dime, INCLUDING all of my traffic citations.

-I have no more outstanding legal issues staring me in the face, and I am ALMOST out of the woods (July 8th I get off probation).

-My grandfather is doing VERY well!

-I am clean and sober.

Hopefully all of you are feeling good fortune in some way, and I wish everyone a good week. :]

-Josh

The Letter From Addiction

Hey readers-

This is something I got in an email awhile back from a close family member, and I had completely forgotten about it until I was going through cleaning out my inbox tonight. I find it to be frighteningly true, so here it is...the Letter From Addiction-

Dear Friend,

I have come to visit once again. I love to see you suffer mentally, physically, spiritually, and socially. I want to make you restless so you cannot relax. I want to make you jumpy and nervous and anxious. I want to make you agitated and irritable so everything and everybody makes you feel uncomfortable. I want you to be so confused and depressed that you can't think clearly or positively. I want to make you hate everything and everybody, especially yourself. I want you to feel guilty and remorseful for the things you have done in the past and you'll never be able to let go of. I want to make you angry and hateful toward the world for the way it is and the way you are. I want you to feel sorry for yourself and blame everything, but me, for the way things are. I want you to be deceitful and untrustworthy, and to con and manipulate as many people as possible. I want to make you fearful and paranoid for no reason at all. I want to make you wake all hours of the night screaming for me. I'm even in your dreams. I want to be the first thing you think about every morning and the last thing you think about before you blackout.

I'd rather kill you but I'd be happy enough to put you back in the hospital, another institution, or jail. But you know I'll be here waiting on you when you get out. I love to watch you go slowly insane. I love to see all the physical damage that I am causing you. I can't help but to sneer and chuckle when you shiver and shake, when you freeze and sweat at the same time, when you wake up with your sheets and blankets soaking wet.

It's amazing to watch you ignore yourself, not eating, not sleeping, not attending your personal hygiene. Yes, it's amazing how much destruction I can be to your internal organs while at the same time working on your brain, destroying it bit by bit.

I deeply appreciate how much you are sacrificing for me. The countless jobs you have given up for me, all the friends, whom you deeply cared for, you gave up for me. And what's more the ones you turned against because of your inexcusable actions. I am eternally grateful, especially for the loved ones, family, and most important people in your world that you have turned yourself against. You even threw them away for me. I cannot express in words the gratitude I have for the loyalty you have for me. You sacrificed all these beautiful things in life just to devote yourself completely to me. But do not despair my friend, for on me you can always depend. After you have lost all these things, you can still depend on me to keep you in a living Hell, to keep your mind, body, and soul for I will not be satisfied until you are dead, my friend.

Forever Yours,
Your Addiction


Thoughts, anyone?

Update? You bet.

Unemployment has finally come to an end for me. I start a new job this week! :]

I've been approved for financing on another Pontiac (Third one in a row!).

I'm going to the University of Kansas this fall (Rock Chalk Jayhawk!).

I haven't had an urge to use in a good while.

My grandfather is doing very well!!!

In short- Life...is...good. :]

How is everyone?

A Quote? Indeed.

"I know in my heart that man is good, that what is right will always eventually triumph and that there is purpose and worth to each and every life."

I am newly inspired by these words spoken by The Great Communicator, Ronald Reagan.

How is everyone?