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2019-12-26 at 5:57 AM UTC
Originally posted by Bipolar High Roller My patient called the cops on me for petit theft. They found no evidence of theft so I was supposed to just get a trespass warning. The popos came and searched my person, my car and my work bag. They found an expired script of tramadol that I was actually prescribed. I wasn't on probation at the time, the first case was under way, I was out on bond.
She was on a different level of crazy than I was. I don't want to talk shit about her, she's just doing her thing and I'm doing mine. I'm over the junkie girlfriend thing, that was a bad idea from the get go.
I'm really trying not to use drugs on probation, but I'm so fucking depressed. I can't blame drugs on my fuckups, that's on me. My life as I knew it is over for good. I wasted $120,000 on a degree that is gone because I thought I could responsibly use drugs. I am either all in or stone sober, there is no middle ground for me.
I keep getting the idea that everything's gonna come crashing down on me before I complete my vagina probe. There's been way too many close calls and I'm only stable by taking 500+ pills a month as prescribed.
My life is ostensibly so much better sober but I gravitate back to depravity naturally and don't really have a support system, or maybe I just feel like I haven't done enough research yet.
I'm glad to be back in the boonies for a spell, and I was able to talk shop and learn some valuable things about my eyes, which are slowly improving for now. The chillest girl ever, whom dated one of my best friends, popped up out of nowhere with a "problem" that she's "curing" right where I got "fixed" and she lives here now and I have a perfect entry point to catch up and talk for hours about our common affliction that makes us gyrate as such, so SWIM is nervous/excited about that..
It's very complicated with how ridiculously bad my image is that I projected on social media blacked out on zars for years but I really have nothing to lose asking her to a sewing circle. Sweetest, cutest lil slutbag (she told me that in person, and she also dated a girl for a while lol), not trashy at all...
just FUCK I fucking hate myself so much for being literally retarded for so long so publicly and ruining my image forever to everyone who knows me, and somehow gotta figure out how to swallow my embarrassment and pretend like that won't follow me around the entire time if she's even willing to see me, which is a coinflip on St. Patrick's Day. I gotta trudge through that shit anyway though and chill out and get her to open up to me like she used to.. but with no smarties or candy bars this time. No drugs to fuck it up, gotta do it sober. I done a good job at chilling the fuck out this year but I got my work cut out for me still. For moral support, I really do need some molestings in the bootyhole by any goddamn one of you I guess.
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2019-12-26 at 5:58 AM UTCmry chrstms
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2019-12-26 at 9:22 AM UTCCan't wait for this boring fucking year to be over!
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2019-12-26 at 9:42 PM UTC
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2019-12-26 at 9:42 PM UTC
Originally posted by Cheyes I keep getting the idea that everything's gonna come crashing down on me before I complete my vagina probe. There's been way too many close calls and I'm only stable by taking 500+ pills a month as prescribed.
My life is ostensibly so much better sober but I gravitate back to depravity naturally and don't really have a support system, or maybe I just feel like I haven't done enough research yet.
I'm glad to be back in the boonies for a spell, and I was able to talk shop and learn some valuable things about my eyes, which are slowly improving for now. The chillest girl ever, whom dated one of my best friends, popped up out of nowhere with a "problem" that she's "curing" right where I got "fixed" and she lives here now and I have a perfect entry point to catch up and talk for hours about our common affliction that makes us gyrate as such, so SWIM is nervous/excited about that..
It's very complicated with how ridiculously bad my image is that I projected on social media blacked out on zars for years but I really have nothing to lose asking her to a sewing circle. Sweetest, cutest lil slutbag (she told me that in person, and she also dated a girl for a while lol), not trashy at all…
just FUCK I fucking hate myself so much for being literally retarded for so long so publicly and ruining my image forever to everyone who knows me, and somehow gotta figure out how to swallow my embarrassment and pretend like that won't follow me around the entire time if she's even willing to see me, which is a coinflip on St. Patrick's Day. I gotta trudge through that shit anyway though and chill out and get her to open up to me like she used to.. but with no smarties or candy bars this time. No drugs to fuck it up, gotta do it sober. I done a good job at chilling the fuck out this year but I got my work cut out for me still. For moral support, I really do need some molestings in the bootyhole by any goddamn one of you I guess.
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2019-12-26 at 10:28 PM UTC
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2019-12-27 at 1:45 AM UTC
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2019-12-27 at 2:29 AM UTC
Originally posted by aldra https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8195518/?ref_=ttls_li_tt
lol there's a movie called 'cuck'
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2019-12-27 at 2:46 AM UTC
Originally posted by Bipolar High Roller The original arrest was because I gave my drug dealer a ride from one hotel to another and it was under surveillance and they had a search warrant on the room. My dumbass showed up and helped him move so all the shit was in my car. The second one was because my patient thought I was stealing from them. The cops came and didn't find shit regarding the theft (I didn't steal anything) but the found my expired script in my work bag.
Yo, hydro just posted today about living in a tent in the woods with propane heaters, you should hit her up. -
2019-12-27 at 2:49 AM UTC
Originally posted by aldra https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8195518/?ref_=ttls_li_tt
lol there's a movie called 'cuck'
If I had a wife id probably be so fucking annoyed and irritated by her than i would pay some other dude to fuck her and keep her quiet. -
2019-12-27 at 3:09 AM UTC
Originally posted by Cheyes I keep getting the idea that everything's gonna come crashing down on me before I complete my vagina probe. There's been way too many close calls and I'm only stable by taking 500+ pills a month as prescribed.
My life is ostensibly so much better sober but I gravitate back to depravity naturally and don't really have a support system, or maybe I just feel like I haven't done enough research yet.
I'm glad to be back in the boonies for a spell, and I was able to talk shop and learn some valuable things about my eyes, which are slowly improving for now. The chillest girl ever, whom dated one of my best friends, popped up out of nowhere with a "problem" that she's "curing" right where I got "fixed" and she lives here now and I have a perfect entry point to catch up and talk for hours about our common affliction that makes us gyrate as such, so SWIM is nervous/excited about that..
It's very complicated with how ridiculously bad my image is that I projected on social media blacked out on zars for years but I really have nothing to lose asking her to a sewing circle. Sweetest, cutest lil slutbag (she told me that in person, and she also dated a girl for a while lol), not trashy at all…
just FUCK I fucking hate myself so much for being literally retarded for so long so publicly and ruining my image forever to everyone who knows me, and somehow gotta figure out how to swallow my embarrassment and pretend like that won't follow me around the entire time if she's even willing to see me, which is a coinflip on St. Patrick's Day. I gotta trudge through that shit anyway though and chill out and get her to open up to me like she used to.. but with no smarties or candy bars this time. No drugs to fuck it up, gotta do it sober. I done a good job at chilling the fuck out this year but I got my work cut out for me still. For moral support, I really do need some molestings in the bootyhole by any goddamn one of you I guess.
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2019-12-27 at 3:10 AM UTCThey should have called it The Cuck.
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2019-12-27 at 3:10 AM UTC
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2019-12-27 at 3:11 AM UTC
Originally posted by Bipolar High Roller My patient called the cops on me for petit theft. They found no evidence of theft so I was supposed to just get a trespass warning. The popos came and searched my person, my car and my work bag. They found an expired script of tramadol that I was actually prescribed. I wasn't on probation at the time, the first case was under way, I was out on bond.
She was on a different level of crazy than I was. I don't want to talk shit about her, she's just doing her thing and I'm doing mine. I'm over the junkie girlfriend thing, that was a bad idea from the get go.
I'm really trying not to use drugs on probation, but I'm so fucking depressed. I can't blame drugs on my fuckups, that's on me. My life as I knew it is over for good. I wasted $120,000 on a degree that is gone because I thought I could responsibly use drugs. I am either all in or stone sober, there is no middle ground for me.
Originally posted by Bipolar High Roller It was expired and the State Attorney wouldn't budge on possession of a controlled substance without a script. I might have won if I took it to trial, but I was ready to get out of that county jail and get the original case wrapped up.
My original charges from January of this year were Trafficking in Heroin (first degree felony) and possession of narcotic equipment (third degree felony). There was 4g of heroin, a gram of meth, and a script of suboxone allegedly tied to me. I got off with possession of a controlled substance w/o a script (third degree felony) and possession of paraphernalia (misdemeanor) and they withheld adjudication.
While I was out on bond for those charges I got arrested for the tramadol in August, served 100 days and got time served. My original bond got revoked of course, so I stayed in jail in the original county until that case got resolved and I got let go on probation.
Fuck bro. Well im glad youre in the free world for the time being. You and Poast havenow joined the vaunted ranks of the 4 Knuckle Niggas. If youre already thinking youre going to get high though, thats probably a bad sign. Thats a loooong time to try to fake out a UA. -
2019-12-27 at 5:27 AM UTCSWIM is seriously contemplating trying a bag of kosh while waiting for his upcoming ua to cross it off the zoklet list.
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2019-12-27 at 6:01 AM UTCdo a tekdotThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-12-27 at 4:04 PM UTC
Originally posted by DietPiano SWIM is seriously contemplating trying a bag of kosh while waiting for his upcoming ua to cross it off the zoklet list.
It's really not worth it. Especially if you're not already a fan of weed. It just magnifies all the negative aspects in turn for getting ball busteringly high. -
2019-12-27 at 4:13 PM UTCGoing to OD on fresh air.
Yeaaaah boi -
2019-12-27 at 5:22 PM UTC
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2019-12-27 at 5:39 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
