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I finaly hooked this up. I got my comp in my sis' room now. hmm..
My mom didnt go to work, she claims its hot... she deserves a day off anyways. She's been workin on that replica of her store for something like a contest. I hope she gets something.
I got up at 6 and slept in the living room. I dreamed that i was shooting up heroin in the little room(my room up here) on the bed with Danny. It was rainy but nice out, not humid, not cold and not fierce. it was a pretty calm seeming grey rainy moment. the plunger went back and filled with way lots blood then im used to seeing when people shoot heroin. The heroin was kinda sparkley inside the syringe, like, it looked like opaque shimmering golden champagne dancing with my blood. Pull back, push in, and then i looked at Danny who did it for me and then in a matter of seconds i became engulfed in what my subconciouse thinks heroin would feel like. My body became warm and its hard to describe but its as if everything in the setting/scenery/background of me and Danny just melted like an oil painting and it was just me and him. Seconds later it felt like it was just me. I layed on the little bed while he sat preparing to put himself in my current state of mind. I felt as if i was a butterfly godess wrapped in the warmest golden wings, surrounded by candles and the stars in the sky were all dripping out of the atmosphere.
Its funny how the mind works like that. It plays with you. I have a passionate form curiosity. Yes and no it will, has, and has not gotten me into shit but that doesnt matter, what matters is weather or not your left with regrets. My brain has stored what my imagination thinks euphoria might be like, and i love to dream the dreams i dream because of it. Ive never done heroin and if my dream felt that good, imagine the real thing. But i dont have specific plans to do heroin... but i wouldnt put anything like that past myself... I wouldnt.
Danny starts his normal hours today, i think im gonna see him today but im not sure, he's gonna give me a call, he's workin 9 to 5 in queens, thats deep goin from the Bronx to Queens. If he's tired ima tell him to just rest in his casita<3.
Im gonna go to skool tomorrow and the next day but my goal of today is to get a box of Triple C's so that i wont be preoccupied by my disgust for what my classes teach everyday, NOTHING. You all might think "oh she's bein dramatic, its a skool theyve gotta teach something" but damm, u obviousely Dont know Dodge..=/ I hope they give us year books tomorrow, thats what im waitin for.
sigh, it is now 3:30pm, lemme go continue being bored... or maybe ill make a sandwhich, breakfast time!
My mom didnt go to work, she claims its hot... she deserves a day off anyways. She's been workin on that replica of her store for something like a contest. I hope she gets something.
I got up at 6 and slept in the living room. I dreamed that i was shooting up heroin in the little room(my room up here) on the bed with Danny. It was rainy but nice out, not humid, not cold and not fierce. it was a pretty calm seeming grey rainy moment. the plunger went back and filled with way lots blood then im used to seeing when people shoot heroin. The heroin was kinda sparkley inside the syringe, like, it looked like opaque shimmering golden champagne dancing with my blood. Pull back, push in, and then i looked at Danny who did it for me and then in a matter of seconds i became engulfed in what my subconciouse thinks heroin would feel like. My body became warm and its hard to describe but its as if everything in the setting/scenery/background of me and Danny just melted like an oil painting and it was just me and him. Seconds later it felt like it was just me. I layed on the little bed while he sat preparing to put himself in my current state of mind. I felt as if i was a butterfly godess wrapped in the warmest golden wings, surrounded by candles and the stars in the sky were all dripping out of the atmosphere.
Its funny how the mind works like that. It plays with you. I have a passionate form curiosity. Yes and no it will, has, and has not gotten me into shit but that doesnt matter, what matters is weather or not your left with regrets. My brain has stored what my imagination thinks euphoria might be like, and i love to dream the dreams i dream because of it. Ive never done heroin and if my dream felt that good, imagine the real thing. But i dont have specific plans to do heroin... but i wouldnt put anything like that past myself... I wouldnt.
Danny starts his normal hours today, i think im gonna see him today but im not sure, he's gonna give me a call, he's workin 9 to 5 in queens, thats deep goin from the Bronx to Queens. If he's tired ima tell him to just rest in his casita<3.
Im gonna go to skool tomorrow and the next day but my goal of today is to get a box of Triple C's so that i wont be preoccupied by my disgust for what my classes teach everyday, NOTHING. You all might think "oh she's bein dramatic, its a skool theyve gotta teach something" but damm, u obviousely Dont know Dodge..=/ I hope they give us year books tomorrow, thats what im waitin for.
sigh, it is now 3:30pm, lemme go continue being bored... or maybe ill make a sandwhich, breakfast time!