Met my PO today. Her name is Jessica SomethingUnpronounceable and she's pretty alright. She's not a cunt, I mean, which is, you know, nice. She asked me a bunch of questions and when I told her about my previous Adderall prescription abuse, she looked more sorry for me than anything else. She asked me how much I was taking it at the time, and I said "every day" and her eyebrows rose a little bit and then she asked me how many pills a day and I flat-out giggled and said "about 240mg per day" and I thought her eyebrows were going to fly up her forehead and through her hair and stick to the ceiling. She asked how I had overcome such an addiction and I wasn't about to tell her that it had led to crystal meth and that I quit by my own willpower because of a near-death scare with that, so I just told her that I lost my way to get it. She extended my CommServ hours to be done by September 30th, which is pretty damn awesome, although I still have not a fucking clue what to do for them. I wanted to donate my voluntary time to an organization that I believed in and wanted to support, but unfortunately the Michigan Humane Society costs $25 per day to volunteer. And apparently there's a very lengthy application process. So. . . I guess not. I'll probably end up donating my time to a church or some other organization that I hate.
Fun fact~ My entire life up until now I have always thought that 'lengthly' was a word. But I just tried to type it up there, and it's actually not a word at all. I feel jipped out of life.
Fun fact~ 'jipped' is not a word either.
Fun fact~ I will continue using both 'lengthly' and 'jipped' as words.
Watching my best friend record my boyfriend blowing bubbles with hookah smoke inside of them. They look fucking amazing when they pop.
Filling my mouth up with butane and blowing fireballs. Hope you all have delicious nights ! :D
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