Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I really don't know why I'm not, like, 200 lbs. I love to eat. It's one of the very few things that truly calm me down. But not just any type of eating. It has to be special. I guess that's probably why I'm not huge. I don't just shove things in my face because that's not what relaxes me. It's not simply moving my mouth, chewing, swallowing, all that. It's having a really good meal, something so delicious that it really takes your mind off of real life. I like to make the meal too. That way it builds up slowly and I get to think about how wonderful the tastes will be once I'm done. The thing is, I like comfort type foods. Fattening stuff like lasagna, meat loaf, mashed potatoes, steak, chowder, butter, sour cream, anything with bacon. And sweets. God, how I LOVE sweets.

I've been eating super crappy food for about three weeks. Mostly because I can't spend any money because I have to save it all for Jason's bail which is $1040. In his defense though, he really didn't do anything but drive my car without a driver's license. But he's been in jail awaiting trial for over three weeks while I've been trying to come up with this money. I'm actually pretty close and I think I should have him out by Sunday. And that will be great because our court date is on April 3rd and I guess he has a better chance at thing from the outside. Apparently the system (the judge, the D.A., even your own public defender, the public unless they too are in the "criminal" realm) looks poorly upon going to court from the county jail. They see it as nobody caring enough to get you out. You're seen as a super fuck up everyone's given up on. So they sentence you even more harshly than they would if someone bailed you out. I hope they won't be able to see that it took me up until the day before court to get him. Trust me, it's not that I don't care, I just don't have a thousand dollars hanging around waiting to bail someone out of jail.
And tonight, after many nights of eating mac n' cheese, peanut butter and jelly, cereal, or nothing I finally splurged. I'm making corn chowder. and I already made a key lime pie. I cheated though and bought the crust and I bought whipped cream because I'm not sure if I have an electric beater here. I'm pretty sure I have one in my car but I don't know where and I was planning on selling it at my yard sale on Saturday. I'm waiting to hear from my land lord whether or not he's okay with me having a yard sale in our driveway this Saturday or not. I think I could make some decent money if I get the chance.I have a ton of DVD's from the past ten years or so. I should be able to get at least a few bucks for each one. And then I have a bunch from the past few months. They could be considered 'New Releases' for sure. None of them are more than six months old from being on the shelves in stores. I think $7 - $10 is a fair price for those. They've been watched only once and they are all at least fifteen to twenty-four in the stores. That's half price at least. It's worth a try!

Let's see.....I'm sort of drunk. Been on methadone for a few weeks so I'm not using that sort of thing. Can't afford weed. So I bought a really, super cheap bottle of pinot grigio. And I haven't had anything to drink in quite some time. So I guess I'm sort of drunk...having already downed half a 1.5 liter basically a bottle of wine. oops. WTF...I feel like shit. I literally am sick. I have some stupid ass cold/flu type thing that my nephew Cameron had and gave to my mother. My mother I made drive down here to Worcester last week to drive me back to NH to get a bunch of my shit to sell to get Jason out of jail. And she was a good sport seeing as how she hates Jason and doesn't think I should do anything to get him out, let alone sell me special stuff I've been saving for years.

Damn, my corn chowder is so flippin deee-licious! I really wish Jason were here to eat it up and enjoy it with me. He really likes my food and loves eating it and he compliments me the whole time. I don't really care what other people think about him because he makes me feel better than anyone ever has. He really appreciates me and compliments me on everything and I don't have to wait for it or ask for it...he just comes out and says the nicest things. I really believe he loves me so much and it makes all this crap worth it. Because all he did is drive without a license. But because he has defaulted on cases in the past, they made his bail really high. I couldn't easily come up with that sort of cash. I still only did it by doing some stuff I would rather not have done. But I really want him out. So I have stupidly put my self on the line to get him off it. I know that's really dumb...playing with fire. I have so much to do...I have to shut down.I'll try to write when I'm not drunk and tired...and hungry...


Gledwood said...

I keep catching some kind of flu type thing that gives me hot and cold flashes and heavy sweats. Of course methadone helps. Heroin makes me feel way better. So I'm terrified that I'm in withdrawal and buying heroin to use on top of the methadone... I know I haven't got hep C so I can't blame it on that.

Over here must of the junkies drink to excess. The methadone clinic are constantly asking me how much I have imbibed. I think they believe me when I claim only to drink twice a week because I am able to come in there sober.

WTF IS pino grigio/whatever it's called..??!??

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Susie said...

He's really lucky to have you in his life. I know sometimes relationships are co-dependent, but I like it that way. It's nice to be needed. I'm impressed you're sticking to dones. I never drink either, but I did the other night on top of my shot and kpins. I was at a bar so of course I drank. Halfway into my 2nd pint, I started seeing double and had to stop. I wish dope was as cheap as beer....

Anonymous said...

You seem very kind and thoughtful, yet also incredibly stupid. I hope for your sake that you wise up.

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