Rainy Sunday.

8:30 - I wake up late for the clinic.Fuck. No dosing for me today. Oh well, a couple phone calls later I got my opiates and now I'm blogging. Buzzed up and ready to put someone on blaaaast. Typical check of Facebook reveals the same as always. Happy people, pictures of kids, people talking shit, but...don't forget, the fuckin "models."  Haaaaaaaaaaaaa. Where do I start bro? first off you aren't a model. you met some creeper online who wants to build his portfolio so you meet him in some trashy motel. snap,click,snap...upload...IM A MODEL!!! YAY!!  No simple bitch,you're an addict with trashy pictures. You aren't a model,you make no money,as a matter of fact you fuck for pills. no model, but prostitute? Possibly. This is normal in this little city i live in. You don't make money, you don't better yourself. You just do nothing. You have a shit job,if a job at all. And you're a model, bitch please. I could really punch people in the face someday's ya dig. And now skrillex is on a best buy commercial. Fuckin hipster asss music, and the people that listen to it make fun of hipsters. People are soooo lame and need to worry bout themselves and not what other people think how cooool they are. You are lame brah.