He's tattooing upstairs tonight, and he's like a barrel full of lies. Everything he is saying to this kid is a lie. It's completely ridiculous.
He is talking about this big planned trip to Greensboro on Friday, and he says that he will stay in a hotel room. How the fuck is he going to stay in a hotel room? He doesn't have any fucking money. Or does he have some fucking money? And why is his mother letting him use the car? And I guess this means that he isn't planning to have a job by Friday? And I thought I'd go out of town this weekend, but I guess I won't?
Goddamn fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I don't want to have to break up. I don't want to be without him. My heart will break. My heart is broken.
I suppose it's relapse time. We're almost at 40 days now...way overdue.
Here's Johnny Cash singing "Busted." Story of my fucking life. I wish Johnny Cash would be 25 years old and come over and marry me...crazy fucking junky.