When I got some actual good heroin, I realized why heroin addicts say they love heroin. It’s like an anti-depressant, literally the only thing that has ever worked. Stay the fuck away from it.
When I got some actual good heroin, I realized why heroin addicts say they love heroin. It’s like an anti-depressant, literally the only thing that has ever worked. Stay the fuck away from it.
Bong rip.
Reminds me of a flag someone made on I think Reddit—an Arab socialist flag that closely resembled the Shahada flag, but with “Workers of the world, unite!” in Arabic calligraphy.
Creamsicle is borrowing my noise canceling headphones.
True facts people first started sending me money because they liked my posts/tweets about being homeless and shit. I keep forgetting that a lot of things that are banal to me are really fucking interesting to normies—just blogging about my life would draw an audience. I haven’t been doing that lately—I’ve become more withdrawn than ever before and that’s likely a major aspect of what’s hurting me.
Also someone SWAT’d me yesterday. Or tried to trololol.
I’m watching a friend’s van while he’s staying indoors temporarily. He’s actually paying me in cash (and other things) and I basically get room and board in the form of a cabin-style tent next to the van.
He’s also really cool. First homeless person I’ve met in a long time who isn’t either racist nor extremely nihilistic about racism. He’s the first person I’ve met in a long time who does drugs and doesn’t twack out and say stupid shit. He really likes me for some reason.
But his girlfriend—who’s also really cool—is really hot and not only looks like my ex-friend but sounds like them and has the same biting sarcasm as well.
This kills the crab.
But this cushy deal might be ending in a few days. Sadface.
My ex friend is obsessed with Legend of Zelda. :(
Alright, I’m joining the Taliban.
Fucking HELL I need to charge my headphones.
I’ve always wondered about that: what it’s like to be selected as a juror for a case that’s fucked up/gruesome/traumatizing.
I groundscored a couple days’ worth of someone’s prescription contact lenses and holy shit having never put contacts on before it was a fucking weird experience, like touching the face of God but it’s my eyeball.
And yes I know I probably shouldn’t be putting random contact lenses on but whatever, I probably shouldn’t be smoking meth either. *flicks cigarette*
I haven’t really posted in a while. I kinda feel like my life is falling apart.
Basically everyone did in the Bronze Age.
Ever since I was a kid, it’s never been about wanting to be a woman so much as not wanting to be a man.
IT’S REAL IT’S REAL IT’S FUCKING REAL
There’s a Portland, OH LMAO.