toxiktiggrrr

i had the craziest fucking weekend. i went to showcase (strip club) and i was having a great time. i met this awesome dancer, got her number too. then my "brother-in-law" annoyed her by messing up her hair, she was cool about it tho. he said he wanted to leave and i told i was gonna wait for naudia to get done dancing so i could say bye and shit. so got irritated from that. then his girl was getting jealous for some stupid shit. my "brother-in-law" then got all pissed cuz some mexicans were staring at him or some shit. so we left before he started shit. my friend, tina complained cuz she didnt want to leave. after we left a bunch of stupid shit happened that i wont even get into. this was all on friday. saturday, i had a real bad breakdown and went to the ER. sat there forever, they made an appointment for sun. they found a bunch of drugs in my piss test, i told before hand that they would. they gave me some wierd sleeping pills that dissolve in your mouth and had me knocked the fucked out. so sun i get up at 9 to go to that appointment for them just to tell me they got me an appointment somewhere else in about 2 weeks. they r sending me to quest (rehab basically). they wouldnt even give anything for my anxiety till then. i sad fuck it and went to the local doctor/pill dealer and got some xanax to hold me over. both of my puppies are gone but to a good home. i hear one is depressed but hell get used to his new home. the best part is i can see them whenever i want, bittersweet. thanx to hurricane or tropical storm katrina (whatever the fuck it is now) i left my flimsy trailer to go to my freak's mother's house to sleep on the floor. im already starting to feel better but i still feel pretty sucky