a good night (minus the previous sarcasm)

Ok, it's now about 3am. Ivy is still asleep. I'm drinking a glass of Sangria. I'm reading about Burning Man. The phone is silent. Things are going my way. If only I had a nice, fat, fattie. I really haven't smoked in such a long time, not really because of Ivy and nursing because I truly don't believe a joint every now and again would bother her, but mainly because since being pregnant and moving back to WV from SC and such as this, I'm out of the loop. I am sad to say I can't find any decent weed. Wait, wait, wait...this was supposed to be a good night now and look what I've done. I am thankful for what I have, and I will stop wasting my time wishing for what I don't. But, oh...to feel my head grow fuzzy and my mind grow clear.

 

mmmmmmmmmmmm boooooze

 

i'm happy where i am, thanks

 

how olds ivy?

 

It Dosn't Matter..nothing Does Anymore.
I Have Lost All My Identity..

 

oh SHUTUP!

 

Do As I Say
Put The Gun In Your Ass.

 

I say put in yer ass first then foreheads mouth......

 

and then blow...haha what are we talking about again guys....cyber gay porn
sa-weet?

 

what can I see I am full of it, er, I mean them.....

 

Yes That Is An Idea

 

Ivy is 10 months and (is today the 5th?...if so) 14 days.

 

6th in west virginia

 

oh, well then she's 10 months and 15 days today...and grouchy because it's raining and she wants to go outside. I'd usually take her, but it's REALLY coming down, thunder and lightning and the whole deal...