Thanks for all the comments. Even though I pretty much begged for them, it still made feel super duper that you read my blog, and even enjoy reading my blog. For the British out their, I'm not sure if super duper is in your vocabulary, it means really great.
I have a question to all the British people who read my blog. How many of you speak at least one other language? Most of Europe is somewhat like America, except we have states close, and Europe you have different countries. If we Americans drive a few hundred miles we all speak the same language, but in Europe you drive a few hundred miles and your in a different country, with a different language. I would think growing up in Europe most would learn a number of languages. Which gives you an advantage over us stupid Americans.
Now that Question is done... see what I mean by taking a paragraph to explain something so simple, and something that should take only a few sentences to convey.
Aside from my writing, and speaking skills, not much new in the life of Anna Grace. Today I just revealed in the fact that I got more pills than I paid for. I can't remember if I posted about this on blogger, or on myspace...if it is on myspace and you'd like to read about it go to www.myspace.com/ppfaceannagrace. I took a few too many Xanax bars this morning after I woke up that I was nodding out standing up. My parents were all over me...looking for track marks. I kept on trying to tell them in slurred speech that I am not high. I'm just tired. Oops, I made a bit of a mistake. I'm sure tomorrow I'm going to have to make up some wacky excuse as to why I was acting high even though I wasn't. My mom probably figured out that it was the Xanax, but she won't tell my dad, because it would hurt him too much. I over medicated just because I lucked out and got more pills for my welfare buck. (That goes out to you anon hater)
I'm suppose to be going to Washington at the beginning of August, but I've been having second thoughts. Worrying about money, and Elle. I have to do it though. I have to move on with my life, and get on with my life. The only way I've ever lived without mom and dad was when I was living with a boyfriend. That is until I got an apartment all by myself, with the help of my dad, but I only lived there for a few months, and had just started my Methadone treatment, and had begun to use Crack, and landed my (at the time) skinny ass in jail.
No more crack for me. Crack is Wack.