My meds have the word LOL in them
I forgot I had this. Then someone reminded me and I couldn’t remember my password or even my username. It turns out my password had a # in it and a 7. I can’t remember putting that in there but the internet never lies.
I’ve got some new pain pills. I’m crippled as hell so the Dr gave me prescription Heroin. The chemist has to order it in from drug-dealers and he has to keep it in a locked metal cabinet and everything. It’s very exciting. So on the initial dose I was all ‘what the fuck, I don’t even feel a little bit high’ so Mr Dr quadrupled the dose. No beating around the bush dude. Go straight in for mainline opiates please. And do you know what? It really hits the spot. I have no pain. Well maybe I do but I don’t care about it so much. Neither can I see straight. My eyes are constantly crossing over. If it’s a day where I can stay home it’s not rally a problem. I can stay in my room watching videos of pandas on see-saws and looking up transexual porn and it doesn’t matter what direction my eyes are pointed in. But I have to go to the JobCentre later to sign on. On my bike. On a busy road. Ug. I’m not going into the details but the Dole team are the pain in my ass. They had me begging for a crisis loan yesterday. 1 hour on a pubic phone on Uxbridge Rd. The smell of piss and Guinness weren’t the worst part. Pleading with a stranger for enough money to eat was the worst bit. I foolishly told them I only spent £30 a week on food. I should have told them I only eat Heinz and fois gras and simply can’t wash anything down without Crystal and Coca-Cola. And Cocaine.
So I had to go to the big special JobCentre in Acton this morning. Morning. I can’t even say it out loud. I’m not lazy…lying in bed until lunch time everyday. Well yes I am. But I don’t go to sleep until 5am. This is the way I work grandad. When I am in work, this is what it requires of me so I’m just getting ready for it. Shut up. nothing interesting ever happens before 3pm anyway. Except for the international gate-banging championships this week just outside my window.
This is the worst blog post ever. I’m going to get back in the swing of things again though. Ive got drugs in me at the moment.
If I were you I wouldn’t read this.
Also, great-rack. 