so my ex meth dealer's wife shows up at my house the other day asking me if i want to get some shit. supposedly "it's really good shit right now." what this really means is that her husband smoked all their rent money again. i told her fuck no but i hate that i actually considered it. i fucking hate that shit, and i wish i had one of those memory erasing things from "men in black" so i could zap my mind back to the time before june 9, 2004 when i thought that meth sounded like the stupidest thing in the world. thank you for letting me vent, love, gigi.