Can that hold true to Boise? I suppose...beings as everyone AND their dog does meth. Its so bad, there are a million commercials on that are way disturbing and kinda ruin the TV for anyone who doesn't do it. So Im slightly drunk...but not really, but kinda sorta. I havent had a good Sam Adams in a while, and Ive gobbled down a few... I suppose Im mad at Chuck at the moment. I keep trying to get ahold of him, and he just ignores me. Not to mention my whole entire family does not want to see me, old friend wont answer my calls. It kinda sucks. I havent had any ganj since thursday, and its killer. All I wanr ro so is relax and be mellow. Pish. Yeah right. I keep seeing a commerical for girls gone wild, and its irritating. I might go to a b=day party of someone who has mutual friends as myself, and I just want to get all gussied up and do to Chuck as he has done to me. I prolly cant, but whatever. Hes not here, and other...kinder people are. He wont talk to me, and I really need someone to communicate with, and no ones wants to. Am I that bad? I know Im kinda bad...but to be ignored by my own family? When I call all those godforsaken fuckers they ignore me. So my family hates me to. I swear there is a ghost in this house. I keep glancing stuff out of the corner of my eye...and no I am not THAT drunk. Just buzzed, and I saw it before I started drinking. EWWWWWWWWWWW. Pulp Fiction is on, and its the sick part with the two guys and that black guy. Who knows where my life is going. I must be bi-polar, if my last entry was all sunshine ands giggles.