Its oppressively hot outside. Its nicer to sit inside in the airconditoner and read all day. I began ready Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut. I can hardly put it down. Today I woke up at five am, and left at six am to make sure I'd miss Justin who comes at 7:30am on the dot every day to get his Methadone dose. I just really hope he is a good dad to his already born daughter and his soon to be born daughter. I can't imagine him as a dad, but I'm sure he is like any other parent who wants the best for their kids. I wonder if he knows that if he gets SSI his children get SSI too until they are 18. So 675 times 3 is what? I don't have a calculator. I'm not a human calculator.
I did watch a little Saved by the bell this morning. Groovy. I felt like a kid again. I can sing along to the song still. Not without it playing in the back round though. I borrowed my parents four thousand dollars today. I got a check for back dated income, and they needed it for the house, and they promise to pay me back before summer is over so I will have enough to go to Hawaii with. That is if I even go at all. We all know I'm terrified to go anywhere far away all by myself. If I find someone to go with me it will be simpler. Hopefully not a killer. With my luck it would be a killer.
My boobs feel big. Its nice to feel like I have big boobs for a night. Its what I'm wearing. Its a tank top, that leaves little to the imagination, but I look down and see my tits, and I put my hands all over them and they flop around and they make feel all tickle down "there".