dice

Well SG, man has my life hit ROCK BOTTOM! Where do I even begin?!?

As you all know I lost my job. Then my roommate kicked me out for playing my drums on his day off wich is BULL SHIT because even the fucking churches across the street play on Sunday mornings.

Then my tattoo shop turned it's back on me when I was in need, now it is fucking dead to me, so please don't ever ask where I get my work done. I do not need a reminder of the horrid disrespect that they put me through. After all the shit I did for them too, I really feel taken advantage of. I never asked to be hooked up or anything. All I wanted was to learn how to tattoo. They had the nerve to tell me that I will never be a tattoo artist. Well when I achieve my goals I will be able to look back and laugh that they ever though they could stop me.

All the stress caused me to be gravely ill, literally SICK of society. My bull shit ex psycho boyfriend took me to the hospital, letting me think he was going to help me get pain killers and birth control. AFTER he made all these false accusations of me cheating and doing all this crazy shit I never did to the ER room i was Hospitalized and force fed psyche drugs against my will. And they diagnosed me as being gravely disabled. OK FUCK THAT SHIT! Do I get no credit for the fact that I have been on my own since I was 17?!?

Now that I am homeless, jobless and "disabled" and without a shop to tattoo my weary woes away, I have made the bright decision to start a TV show of me picking up the pieces and building back my life. Production starts on Tuesday. Look forward to it.

xoxo
Dice