Umm...this heroin smells just like dead skunks....

So, here I am did y'all miss me? That's a stupid question, of course you missed me! I'm sure that everybody was getting itchy for some more of my clever banter and I can't say I blame you. I get to hear myself in stereo every day and it never gets old haha, I could listen to myself for hours.
So the title of this post is dedicated to the particularly nasty dope we got on our last trip to Espanola. Now don't misunderstand, the dope itself was decent, it was the smell I could have done without. I am not exaggerating in the least, the minute I put it to water and flame it reeked like Pepe Le pew on his period! It was the foulest smelling H I have ever come across....not that that kept me from banging it straight away, I was sick after all and well...skunk-rag dope is better than no dope at all. Heheh, priorities.
Our usual connect was incommunicado and so after a 3 hour drive and then another 2 hour wait we said fuck it and settled for the rank stuff. Ugh, I haven't gotten nauseous from the smell of dope in years but this shit made me want to upchuck every time I fixed it up. Oh well, it's gone now, I haven't had a shot since 8:35am Sunday, notice that I remember the exact time. I am now on the start of my fourth day and yes I do mean fourth! Casey says that you're supposed to count from the time you get sick...I disagree. I count from the second the last shot pierced my skin, aprox 8:35am, Sunday morning. Casey is WRONG but if he wants to suffer through his third day while I begin to feel better on my fourth, so be it. Christ am I rambling or what? I think I may be a teensy bit delirious, I haven't had more than a few minutes of sleep since Sun night.
Anyway, I am not gonna write much, just wanted to let y'all know that I was still alive. We finally got the computer back and they had to wipe it completely. It had like 30 viruses, now I won't say that it was my idle porn surfing that caused it but I can't say it wasn't either. I can't help it, that shit is hilarious, way better than watching lame sitcoms. Give me some stupid amature pornabe trying to blow an insanely HUGE penis and I can stay amused and giggly for hours. Come on, y'all know it's ridiculous, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
Christ I hate the Jonas Brothers and why is it that every adolescent douchebag guy on the Disney channel has hair that looks like the Bad News Bears got caught in a wind tunnel? I swear to Christ if I see one more guy with ridiculous side swept Farrah hair I am am gonna march right up and kick him in the balls. Godamned Disney channel Miley Cyrus overkill.
And Zac Efron, please somebody kneecap that idiot with a crowbar...please? The sacrilege that is the revamped Hairspray speaks for itself, it hurts me to think that John Waters actually wrote the script for that musical load of manure. Anyone who has seen the original (and has any taste whatsoever), will agree that it is far superior and that John Travolta frolicking in a fat suit will never measure up to the one and only Divine. And don't let me get started on Highschool Musical 1-whatever, anyone who had anything to do with those monstrocities should be systematically exterminated!
Fuck, what the hell am I even talking about? I need sleep... I'll be back later, love, kisses, whatever you want. XOXO Melody

Douchebags, cocksuckers and lil poetic rape to round things out.

Casey at 15. Wearing Donna's hat, rummaging through her (stolen) backpack at Ed's. He had been shooting dope for a little over a year by this time. He looks like an angel doesn't he? Wolf in a Black Flag sheep suit!

This is going to be a very random post. It's just another boring night in NoWheresville and I have nothing but wakefulness to look forward to. Not because I'm wired, oh no, it's because I've over indulged in my favorite pastime......relaxing with my man H.
My main man is an asshole that way, he always promises a good time but when the good times are over, he kicks you in the culo and goes on his merry way. Heroin is one moody bastard and he runs out on you when things are just getting started. Eh fuck it all anyway, as usual no one twisted my arm and forced me to shoot dope and I have no one to blame for this twitchy feeling but myself. I will do it all over again and never learn my lesson...mainly because I don't want to. Every time I score I know that I will do it til it's gone and then feel like shit for a week, nothing new. No regrets.
Damn, I always get whiny and introspective when I'm dope sick, I HATE that shit! I abhor whining!
So some news on the family front, Casey's sister C. may be coming to stay with us for an undetermined amount of time. I won't disclose details as that is her business and not my story to tell. It should be interesting, I mean C and I have had some major conflicts in the past. Casey's family have never really cared for me, to put it bluntly, they think I'm the anti-Christ, I can't imagine why...
So awhile back I decided to do the adult thing and forget about the time she tried to get me arrested for sales, the times she tried to get Casey to forget I existed, the time she got us kicked out. Ok, maybe not forget, lets say I decided to let it go. I suppose we'll see what happens. I've been told that I'm a bit of an asshole and that I'm somewhat hard to live with but I like to think that those fuckers don't know their 'ass' from a 'hole' in the ground! Well ok, I am an asshole but as I've said previously, I'm a lovable asshole, there's a difference!
Anyway, I was cleaning the house and listening to The Petshop Boys(sorry Rufus), when it suddenly occurred to me that West End girls had little to fear from Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe. West End boys however...
So the tattoo has healed beautifully and I'm already planning my next piece. Since everything on my left arm is below the elbow, I'm going to get nasty, gaping stitches tattooed all around my upper arm, just above my elbow. If done properly it should give the impression that I have chopped off my own arm and had a tattooed arm sewn on in it's place. I'm even going so far as to get the cliche spiderweb on my elbow and have it go only as high as the stitches. Add to that the incredibly trashy "STAY SICK" I'm getting inked on my fingers and I should be well on my way to finishing up the left arm. The fingers are in homage to the late, great Lux Interior BTW.
Moving on, it has just come to my attention that there is not one but THREE cops living less that a block away from me! It used to be 2 metro cops but now I see that we have a metro, a sheriff and a state trooper...all in the same house. Now I don't profess to know jack shit about cops but the last time I checked, these fuckers loathe each other. In Bako, the Metro cops thought the Sheriffs were stupid hicks (ironic because everyone in Bako is basically a hick), the Sheriffs thought Metro were know it all butt plugs and the Highway Patrol thought they were both douchebags! The only reason I am privy to this information is because K-net was made up of Metro and County and they called in HP when needed. K-net raided us on a regular basis, so I got to hear alot of shit talk between those fuckers while I was handcuffed and sitting on my front lawn.
Wow, three cops, I feel so safe. Cocksuckers!
And that brings me to another point; my use of bad language. According to one asshole, I curse like a sailor and say, "Douchebag" and "Cocksucker" too much. What was my reply you ask?
"Well maybe if I wasn't constantly confronted by douchebags and cocksuckers, I wouldn't feel the need to say it all the time....DOUCHEBAAAAAAG!"
I hope that cleared it up.
In tribute to my ongoing state ordered therapy I have decided to share two things with you 1) When separated, "Therapist" spells "The Rapist." This is disconcerting to say the least and bears further scrutiny sometime in the future.
2) My new favorite quote, "Psychoanalysis is the disease for which it claims to be the cure." ~Karl Krauss
I don't necessarily believe #2 to be totally accurate but I do like the way it sounds and the fact that it is bound to piss people off has made it all the more delicious. Take into consideration that one of my all time favorite lyrics is from Last Caress by the Misfits, it goes as follows, "I got somethin' to say, I raped your mother today and it doesn't matter much to me as long as she spread..." Pure poetry! How can you not love that? Offensive yes but genius just the same. It is complex in it's simplicity haha, figure that one out.
So here we are...another day in the life and wasn't it titillating? Sorry if y'all are bored but them's the breaks, it can't all be meth and heroin all of the time. Well, in a perfect world...
Now to top off this peek into my convoluted psyche, I will re-post a rather brilliant rant I posted on Myspace in August of last year when I was feeling a wee bit dopesick. Just like my last re-post, I am enchanted and a little in love with it right now.

[Self involved douchebags

I think maybe the fact that I am so up front about shit that most would never admit to frightens people. Am I scary? I mean come on, what's the point of trying to act all pristine when EVERYBODY who knows me knows what I've been up to. Why hide it, besides scum always floats to the surface. I can see it now, I'll be sitting with somebody who has known me for a few months and then blam, some jerk off makes a comment that just lays it all out. Whatever, it doesn't bother me, if I cared what everyone thought I wouldn't have done the shit I did.

Most people loooove me, some people hate me. For some reason there is no in between. I don't know why, I am a supremely nice person, ask anyone. I get along with everybody........mostly. And if I don't like you I have an excellent reason, perhaps you are self-involved douchebag that doesn't deserve to breath the same air as me or a conceited cunt who thinks the sun shines out of her twat. Either of those is an excellent reason for me to decide that you could die tomorrow and it wouldn't affect me in the least. I'm sure you wouldn't care if I disappeared either but hey, who gives a fuck what you think anyway, you are a self-involved, douchebag cunt after all and your opinion doesn't matter.

I am always in such a good mood when I am sober, can you tell? So I'll leave it at that because even though I love to talk about my self (I am sooo fascinating), enough is enough. ]


I do think it's funny that I'm always on about self-involved assholes when I am quite possibly the most self involved person I have ever come across. I mean look at this blog, it's all me, me, me and Heroin....just the way I like it heheh. Look at it this way, you write what you know and I know me (and Heroin) better than anything else, it's a winning combination. Ok anons, take the bait, you know you want to.

So this is the portion of our program where it's time to say goodnight,I'm off my loves, tune in next week (or possibly sooner), same bat time, same bat channel. XOXO Melody

The METHod to my madness.

So here I am and as promised I will indeed wrap this bitch up, with a ribbon even. It has taken longer than I intended, mainly because I'm a lazy cunt. It might have been the H that distracted me but I'm thinkin naaah, I'm just a horribly unmotivated layabout and I was too occupied doing nothing to get my ass on here and finish this shit.
So anyway, here goes:
Adrian somehow managed to lick all the meth residue off the spoon without vomiting and we bid farewell to Sammi and her bathroom. I tried to talk her into coming with us but she decided against it...smart girl. We hit the long road to Cuba, jumping on Bloomfield HWY and taking it to the Regina (rhymes with vagina),junction. Coincidentally this is the same way you get to Espanola. R-man decided that he was gonna ride in the back with Maniac, leaving me to drive with Adrian riding shotgun. He played DJ with the Cds and we were zooming down those crazy-twisty country roads listening to The Damned and Cocksparrer. There was an occasional protest from Maniac who would just as soon have chucked the stereo out the window as listen to our playlist but I just turned it up louder and drowned him out.
I was taking those roads at about 80mph, ignoring the fact that the posted speed limit was never over 40. If someone else had been driving I would have been shitting my pants but since it was me behind the wheel, I had no problems whatsoever. The windows were cracked but it did little to lessen the overwhelming cloud of cryssy that was billowing from the backseat. I gave up on trying to ingest a satisfactory amount of nicotine through the usual methods and began snapping the filters off my Marlboro's and sucking them down that way. It was much more effective but the yellow tar stains on my fingers haven't yet faded and are not very pretty to look at.
We rolled into Cuba much sooner than expected and cruised over to Loco's house. Joker answered the door and just like last time, there were crackheads in varying states of dementia littering the scene. The house smelled like sweaty socks toasting over Brillo and I remember having the overwhelming urge to vomit....quickly followed by the urge to bang another issue of speed. My reasoning was that at least if I puked after the shot, I would be way too wired to give one single, solitary fuck.
Loco had sidled up behind me and put his hands my shoulders, kneading me with his fingers in some parody of a massage. It didn't hurt exactly, it was more irritating than anything else. I get to a point where I'm so geeked that the slightest touch makes my skin crawl and I had passed that point looooong before we walked through the door. Adrian had tried to take my arm when we got out of the truck and I about bit his head off. I'm fine as long as you don't touch me.
Casey can touch me but that is a different kind of touch altogether and he knows how to use that super tingly skin sensitivity to his (and my) advantage. Basically, if you aren't someone I'm planning to fuck in the next 60 seconds, you need to keep your mitts off my person. It's unusual for me to get quite this fucked up but Rainman had outdone himself and the latest batch was INSANE!!!
I had to clench my fists in a serious effort to keep from clocking Loco in the head and then slithered out from under his hands. I was trying very hard to be pleasant and it just about killed me, all I wanted was to adjourn to the back bedroom so I could do my shot and smoke my filter-less cigs. I smiled and nodded and made some agreeable sounding noises until Joker asked if I needed to do a hit. I could have kissed him! For obvious reasons, I was not my usual charming self. My clever repartee was noticeably absent and I may as well have been mute for all the good my vocal cords were doing me.
I think I gave Joker a grateful smile but I could've snarled at him for all I know, I was so not in control of myself at that moment. It doesn't really make sense but it was like I needed to go faster in order to calm down. I needed to jolt myself back to....myself. I followed Joker to the back bedroom, Ade trailing behind me and Loco giving us the stink eye. I think he would have come along as well if he hadn't had business to attend to. R-man was waiting in the kitchen and product was ready to be distributed.
We went into the same room as the last time I was there and Jokes left to grab us some water and a spoon. I ignored Adrian and went about setting up my shooting station, cotton..ahem...cig filter...check! New point...check! Adorable but rapidly becoming an annoyance junky kid....check! Now all I needed was for Joker to hurry his ass up...check!
I fixed up enough for the two of us, waved away Ade's belt and had Jokes hold off my ankle instead. I was too self involved to care about the kicked puppy look being sent in my direction, I stuck myself and dug around. My feet were like ice and I was having a hell of a time finding anything. When I did manage to get one, it was so small that it burned like hell and I had to go super slow, I could see the vein expanding every time I pushed a bit in.
It came on in stages but when it was all in, it hit me like a revelation. I heard Joker talking to me but it sounded like he was underwater. I felt like I was moving in slow motion and it took a painfully long time for me to pull a cigarette out of my pack. Ade lit it for me and the flame looked like a strobe, it was like my eyes were vibrating in their sockets.
I may have stopped breathing for a couple minutes because it seemed like forever before I took one huge gasping breath....and everything was fine. The room came into sharp focus and aside from being really AWAKE I was back to being myself. This was further proven when I saw Jokes and Adrian gaping at me like retards and after taking a leisurely drag off my smoke I drawled," Shut your mouths bitches, you're drawing flies. Haven't you ever seen a lady smoke a cigarette before?"
They shut their traps and went about their business, I think it was a wise choice on their part.
We were just getting ready to go back out to the living room when Loco put in an appearance. Lovely! Even though I had been restored to my former glory, I was in NO mood to deal with this cholo fuckwit. I could see that look in his eye and I suddenly became desperate to avoid spending any alone time with him. Captain Save a Ho was about to try and come to my rescue and I wanted NO part of it! The thought of having to sit through another of his ridiculous (one sided) heart to hearts made me physically ill. Grasping at this flimsy yet timely straw, I pushed past him, mumbling something about the bathroom and impending puke-age.
I spent a goodly amount of time in the john, chain smoking and applying nail polish, I even did my toes. At some point Maniac talked his way through the door and kept me entertained/annoyed with a running commentary on the Adrian/Loco/me situation. I swear that motherfucker missed his calling as a gossip columnist. Had he been born earlier, Maniac could put Louella Parsons to shame! If you don't know who Lolly Parsons is, I'm not gonna tell you, google that shit and learn something. There is no knowledge like useless knowledge, especially as it relates to the last 100 years of American film/pop culture history.
Anyway, I sweet talked Maniac into letting me polish his fingernails, which was no easy feat. I did it while he babbled away, only stopping long enough for him to hit his pipe. I even managed three coats! There is nothing quite like seeing a wannabe tough guy, lousy with prison tats...and "Harlot Scarlet" fingernails hahahaha. I took that pic shortly afterwards and he still had remnants of polish staining his nails. He tried to get it off with rubbing alcohol but it didn't really do the trick. Three coats motherfucker! I think he was more upset because it was red haha, oh those homies and their color prejudice!
So we left before Loco could corner me and headed back home. The drive was pretty uneventful except for the fact that the road was littered with roadkill skunks, not the most pleasant of aromas. We got to Rainman's trailer home at an ungodly hour of the morning and the boys did some random puttering about while I sat in the living room and hit Maniac's pipe.
It took awhile but Adrian eventually came to keep me company and then followed me into R-man's bedroom. I did another bracer aka giant issue of cryysy and was trying to get online and do something productive...like update my blog. He made that next to impossible, as is evidenced by the semi-retarded post I wrote that morning. His very presence was unnerving, especially when he was all cuddled up around my legs. I finally shook free of him and told him that if he was going to stay in there with me, he needed to behave.
We ended up sitting side by side on the bed watching episodes of Absolutely Fabulous on R-man's computer. Maniac joined us at some point and we passed the pipe around until I decided that it was time for me to get the fuck home. The sun had come up and it was like tweeker Kryptonite, I always lose my high after the sun rises. No matter how much speed I shoot/smoke, I can never regain my good humor after sunrise. R-man says that it's a sign that I'm not really suited to the "up" way of life. A true speed freak is down to get geeked any time, day or night or at least that's what he says. I think he is more than qualified to make that statement.
So that's it, I finally got it done! Blood, sweat and tears woven into a brilliantly constructed recollection of my latest excursion with the meth savant and his band of miscreants.
Happy Friday and I will be back next week....sometime...probably. I love all y'all motherfuckers, even the ones who wish I would drop dead on the street, that's just the kind of girl I am. Yeah....you know the kind I mean.
This is Melody Lee signing out.

New Rose

My new "Madalynn" tattoo.

Ok this is not an update, just whoring a pic of my new tat. I got a new piece because the last one is still raised and Mario wants to wait til all the lines are healed before he works on it. So my star is still empty but not for long, I made a trip to Esp. and have been in a fog ever since. I'm tapering off a bit now, so I should be back to finish up part two of the last post. I'm off to counseling and then I will be back to field comments and whatnot. Kisses, Melody

Runnin' on go....

*Sometime early Sunday morning-

I am so freakin wired right now I swear to Christ I feel like my hair is gonna float right off my head. I am TINGLY and that is an understatement! I just hit the fattest shot of cryssy and I'm still trying to catch my breath. I'm holed up in R-man's bedroom using his shitty laptop and chain smoking. I'm sitting up against the headboard and Adrian is curled around one side of me. He seems to have over-amped and is currently watching every move I make with half closed eyes. Strange considering the amount of meth he's injected/smoked but that's what happens when you over-amp, instead of going faster you slow down to almost nothing. He'll probably crash for 15 minutes and then wake up gakked outta his head.
I'm not sure I can go into all the shit that has happened tonight, I managed to snag a photo of Loco, Maniac and Joker but I won't be putting it up until I can figure out how to fuzz out their faces. I won't have anyone saying they got popped because I blasted them all over cyberspace and their parole officer happens to be a blog whore.
I don't even know if I'll get this up today, I'm feeling very enthusiastic about typing away but there doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to it. I am annoyed that Adrian has chosen to snuggle up to my legs. Why the fuck can't he go rub up on someone else? I don't dislike it exactly but it makes me somewhat uncomfortable because A) I am having Richie flashbacks B) I'm positive that the little fucker knows he's getting to me and C) He is laying there looking beyond delicious in his sleeveless Agression shirt.
Wonderful, I just got an IM from k1tten and she is giving Adrian obscene instructions regarding certain parts of my anatomy.....
I must keep in mind that he is too young to be taken seriously and that Casey is my love love love. WOW I am amazingly retarded right now!


The above is an excellent example of why one should never over-indulge in methamphetamine! It gives you diarrhea of the mind and can result in what is commonly known as a brain fart. Fuck, what can I say but...fuck!
If you hadn't noticed, the after effects have made me oh-so eloquent. Eh, it's probably not a big change from my usual blathering.
Anyway, as you can see, things got somewhat interesting on Saturday/Sunday. When I wrote that aborted post, my outing had begun to wind down...somewhat. I will attempt to give you a brief (yeah riiiight), account of the events that took place.
For those of you who don't remember my previous trip to Cuba, you can find it here: ...The Gangster of Love .
Anyway, I answered the phone on Saturday night and it was indeed R-man, he said he was coming up Orchard and would be at my house in mere seconds. I grabbed my bag, got my boots on, grabbed my skinhead-ish flight jacket and headed out the door. Casey showed amazing restraint by not bombarding me with snide commentary, he just made a face at me and returned my I love you.
It was cold as fuck outside but R-man pulled up just as I was lighting a cigarette. Luckily he was not driving the disco-mobile, it was one of his SUV thingies. I think it was the same one we took the last time we trucked it to Cuba.
The front seat was clear as I have made it known to Maniac that I refuse to ride in the back. It doesn't really bother me, I do it just to bust his balls. As usual the inside of the truck was foggy with vapors and after about 30 seconds I was starting to feel my skin crawl. Fuckin tweekers!
I glanced at the back seat and saw Maniac's retarded ass sucking glass like it was an extra-thick milk shake. Of course being my usual charming self, I told him he looked like he was sucking cock and should he ever lose his position as Rainman's buttboy he would at least have that skill to fall back on. This caused R-man to choke and spew vitamin water all over the windshield.
Maniac sputtered for a second and then came back with, "Stop showing off for Adrian's stupid ass, you wanna talk about sucking dick, I know you wanna..."
The rest of his comment was muffled due to the fact that I had smacked him in the face with my bag.
I don't know how I managed to overlook Adrian but there he was, sitting right behind me. Maniac regained his composure and began to grumble at me, something to do with how I could have broken the pipe and that I needed to "quit playin'." Douche! He then started to make not so subtle remarks about me and Adrian. I took it all in stride but when he least expected it I reached back and flicked him in the nose as hard as I could. That shut shut him up.
I was riding in that front seat, listening to R-man drone on about something or other and trying to ignore the kid sitting behind me. It was working until he leaned over my seat to offer me the pipe. He was trying to hold it for me but I killed that notion real fast! Not only did it look awfully idiotic to anyone who might be driving past, it put him right up against me and that was the last place he needed to be.
I took the pipe and hit that bitch until I felt like I was plugged in to a light socket.
We were gonna be headed straight to Cuba, any pit stops had been made before they picked me up. I told R-man to hit the Walgreen's and get me some points, then we stopped by Sammi's house so I could do a shot. I made for the bathroom with Ade trailing behind me and I grabbed Sammi at the last minute, I was feeling the need for a chaperon.
I hadn't noticed it the last time but Adrian was one of those touchy-feely tweekers. Everything he said was punctuated by some sort of touch on my arm or my leg and as I was already tingling like a motherfucker, I didn't need the added stimulus. Don't get me wrong, in another life I would have been more than happy to let him grope me but having learned my lesson with Richie, I knew it wasn't a good idea.
We went to the john and I busted out the bag R-man had given me, I had a party pack of outfits and Sammi passed me a spoon. I broke her off(she doesn't shoot), and then fixed up enough for 2 FAT shots. We drew up and I went to sit on the edge of the tub so I could take off my boot. Just like the night we met, Adrian knelt down and unlaced it for me, he pulled it off and then offered me his belt. Sammi was standing behind him with big eyes mouthing , "Oh my fuck, this guy is HOT!"
I nodded at her and then turned my attention to finding a vein. I warmed to the task and managed to stick one in no time, unfortunately it was a false register and I shot 5 units of rocket fuel under my skin. It burned like fucking acid! It's alot more uncomfortable than missing H but being a trooper I persevered. I pinned one running along my instep and this time I struck true. I pushed it in and got that feeling that says you may have gone over your limit. The lights dimmed and my head pounded, when I was able to focus again, I saw Ade wiping blood off my foot with his shirt. My first coherent thought was that he was taking his Lancelot act too far, I mean why use your shirt when there's a whole roll of toilet paper right next to you?
I lit a smoke and tried to ignore him as he tied off and dug around, his arms looked like shit. I find that this didn't bother me in the least, I like bruises...and tracks...especially tracks. Moving on.
Somehow I ended up reclining in the tub with Sammi perched on the edge and Adrian sitting on the floor next to us. I was doing my usual chain smoking bit, Sammi was hitting her pipe, chatting away and Ade was fucking with the spoon, drawing up another shot.
It's quite possible that we would have spent the whole night that way but Maniac poked his head in and said, "Time to hit the road hypes." We gathered our shit and as I was going to rinse the wash off the spoon Ade took it from me and licked it off....ACK! *gag* It wouldn't have been my move but whatever, to each their own...YUK!!!
Damn, I think I'm gonna do this nonsense in a couple different posts, it was one looong ass night and this shit is already running on. Yep, I believe that would be best. I will try to finish it up tomorrow but I make no promises, we all know how lazy I am.
I will make an added effort, just in case anyone is actually interested in reading about my night on the town. What am I saying? OF COURSE you're interested, why wouldn't you be? I am after all, infinitely interesting. I know I never get tired of me.
I'll be back...soon and wrap this bitch up with a ribbon!
XOXO, Melody Lee

I tell the truth even when I'm lying.....

Casey's Irish is showing, the St. Paddy's day tattoo. Right on the throat...YUMMY!!!

I'm in a rare mood and the Johnny Thunders felt soooo right! I am sitting here waiting for Rainman and wondering why it is that I am even considering leaving the domicile this eve. I guess it has just been too damn boring and I am due for another goofy escapade with R-man and crew. Oh and the fact that Adrian got on the line and added his voice to the others doesn't hurt. He asked so prettily that it would have been unbelievably rude for me to decline the invitation.
Casey has opted to stay home and is currently laying on the couch watching TV, Fat Mike perched on his chest. As I'm sure y'all noticed, he got a big ass shamrock tattooed on his throat. I am fascinated by it, the whole neck tattoo thing fascinates me....
I'm going back to Mario in a couple weeks and getting more work done on my arm, he's gonna touch it up and add some more shit as well. Perhaps I can persuade Casey to continue the work on his neck/throat. MMMMMMMM, I seriously hope so.
If I follow through with the plans tonight I will be off to Cuba again and I will have the dubious pleasure of renewing my acquaintance with Maniac's cousin Loco. Fan-fucking-tastic!
Dare I hope that I won't be subjected to another dose of Captain Save a Ho? If that were to happen again, I feel that I might lose my easy-going demeanor and stab him in the eye with a crack stem. At least Adrian will be there to hold my hand...er...lend his support. Maniac on the other hand is going to be a colossal pain in my ass! I still owe him one for pimping out my phone number. I'm not certain what form this retribution will take but y'all know me hahaha, it will be swift and unexpected!!! If at some point during the evening we end up back at R-man's trailer home I will endeavor to get online and post the Espanola story. I should be more than motivated, if ya catch my meaning heheh.
Christ I hate speed! Such a waste of a perfectly good vein! I will be injecting/ingesting a fair quantity of methamphetamine this evening IF I decide to go. I could think of a million other things I would rather do but whatever.........I never said I was consistent.
I have just now realized that aside from my "friend" and the H in Espanola, I haven't had to pay for any of the drugs I've done since I got here. Hmmm....
I know that on a few occasions I was getting them in return for favors (not those kinds of favors!)but for the most part it was just kicked down. I guess when you have a seemingly endless supply of crystal, it's no big thang to spread it around. Rainman could probably trail it behind him like breadcrumbs and still have enough to get the whole county geeked.
It's funny, Regina and I were discussing the meth phenomenon here and comparing it to the one back home in Kern County. We decided that if all the meth labs in Kern and San Juan counties were to simultaneously explode, it would take out the whole left hand side of the US map. Sad thing is, it's no exaggeration, our hometown is lousy with meth labs, good thing I had enough sense to switch over to heroin before the meth had a chance to take hold haha.
I may be an equal opportunity drug user but if I had to choose, I wouldn't hesitate for even one second. H is my main man. Everything else is just killing time between shots of smack. It's not pretty but it's the truth and truth is eternal...even if I'm not.
So I have to make R-man buy me some new points and then.......who knows?
The phone is ringing and I should wrap this up and go pull on my boots, yes the boots. A lady can never have enough steel-toed footwear. So I will be back, maybe tonight. I can't say for sure but I may have some semi-interesting details to divulge in my next post. Here's hoping.
G'night kids, I'm out~Melody Lee

Just when you thought you couldn't get enough of me, I start re-posting crap from other websites. Too much of a good thing?

Fat Mike sitting on my lap. He is getting soooo BIG!

Well well, here I am again. Two days in a row, perhaps I will actually keep my word and start posting more often....hope springs eternal.
It's disgustingly sunny outside and the general consensus is that there will be no more snow, I hate the fucking snow! I also happen to hate the sun which only cements my status as a contrary cunt. The only time I am oblivious to weather extremes is when I'm loaded. I can stroll 20 miles in an unbearable Bakersfield heat wave (sometimes up to 110 degrees) and smile all the while. Of course I could do it sick as well and in less time but I sure as fuck wouldn't be smiling.
My summer trip should be interesting, I will be making my return to Bako during the most miserable portion of June/July when the humidity is so bad you could live in a cold shower and still sweat. Oh well, at this point I may be coming home to a lynch mob haha, in a fit of pique I wrote some rather unflattering words about some of my ex-acquaintances and posted it on myspace (like the attention slut I am) for all the world to enjoy. Though I never actually named names, I outlined certain infamous happenings which are common knowledge in Bako. As is usually the case, it got bounced all over cyberspace and apparently pissed off half the town....hahahahaha.
Thanx to some pointed blog comments from Anna, a certain someone got it into her head that a portion of the post was about her. I know for a fact that all of the scenarios detailed in my little rag-fest can be readily applied to any number of the people back home, myself included but this girl really took offense.
In my mind I feel that she must have some kind of complex involving dumpsters in order to get that pissed off about something she claims never happened. She reacted by writing a 10,000 word dissertation giving all sorts of explanations that really had nothing to do with much of anything at all....heheh maybe we have something in commom after all. She also ripped Anna a new asshole (in print) which we all think is hilarious considering I was the one who wrote it. For the record, the dumpster comment was not intended for D. but since she happens to be Anna's sister in law, she chose to interpret it that way thus setting off a shit storm of idiotic proportions.I suppose the fact that Anna's comment specified "ate-up ho-bag sister in law" didn't help matters haha.
The bar set is now up in arms over the whole thing and I almost hate to burst their bubble. Never one to turn from conflict I may just let the whole thing ride, that way I have no chance of getting bored while I'm in town. It was an incredibly immature thing to write in the first place but I happen to be a genius when it comes to juvenile antics. I was being pissy due to some messages I had gotten from old "friends" who felt the need to inform me that I and a few others were the topic of some lame myspace-type drama/shit talk.
It is safe to assume that I had been awake a tad bit too long when I went off but I won't make excuses because I happen to think that the things I wrote are absolutely brilliant and amusing. I even told them to grow up hahaha, is that a laugh or what? ME telling someone else to grow up.....
I will re-post it here and see what y'all think, it is me at my coming down, bitchy, immature best and I am beyond pleased with it. It is my ode to the type of lame slander mongering that set me off in the first place and I think I'm a bit in love with it right now.


Subcutaneous homesick blues
Current mood: fascinated

I really miss home. I can't wait to go back and see all the misc. fuckers that are still running amok. Being somewhat sober for the first time in a long time I even want to see the people I lost touch with. All you non-junky motherfuckers know who you are. Excited aren't ya?

Then we have the ones who know exactly who I am, may have been my friends at one time but have decided they are way better than I. Haha I suppose the fact that I saw some of these so called good people with their hands out for dope and/or sucking cock for rock is irrelevant. That's cool. Fuck y'all anyhow, at least I have the balls to be honest about the crap I did/do.

Why do people have to lie about that shit? If you were best known for getting plowed behind a dumpster you should give up on the thought that anyone has forgotten about it and make it work for you. Believe me, NO ONE has forgotten a damn thing!

If your best party trick was vomiting all over some guys cock whilst giving a drunken blowjob, turn it into a regular performance. It would show more character. Everyone already knows you're a big ol' cocksucker anyway, why fight it?

And if you once shat all over yourself (repeatedly) and are hoping that the talk has died down.....it has. It will however NEVER die out completely. It'll make a comeback every few years or so, like now for instance. I'd say it's definitely on an upswing riiiiiiiight......NOW!

Oooh my faaaaavorite hipster! The last time I saw you, you were wired out of your ever lovin mind, your head buried in a dumpster as you scavenged for "trade-able" resources. How's the bar scene now? Good? Maybe we can go score some crack when I'm back in town? My treat! Don't worry I'll keep it DL, wouldn't want anybody to find out would we?

Now aside from the fact that I ADORE dredging up old bullshit, I could care less about what you did or who you think you've become. If you've cleaned your ass up and moved on, good for you. What I have an issue with is the fact that these exalted trendsters can lower themselves enough to to soil their sparkly-clean tongues.......and talk mass amounts of shit. About moi? How DARE you???

It's not like I went about the business of being a strungout, smack dealing hooker in plain sight! Did I EVER stumble around the room high off my ass and then nod out at a table for an undetermined amount of time...possibly drooling? Would I have dreamed of coming to your workplace to supply you with heroin?

What? I DID???? NO SHIT ASSHOLES!

That's my point. If I tried to pretend all that shit never happened it would be lame as fuck because no one ever forgets. Blog about that. Bitches!
Yeah, yeah I'm a loser, a junky, a mess whatever. I'm an honest mess which will trump a duplicitous jackass every time.

If you happen to fall into the category of someone who hasn't actually spoken to me in over a decade and you still persist in composing messages/blogs etc about myself and few select others....grow the fuck up! Who do you think you are anyway? It's just Bakersfield for God sake, y'all act like it's high society and you happen to be the pinnacle of perfection.

Big fish but y'all are cruising around in a mud puddle. Yeah I miss it. I miss it like crazy but I always knew it was a mud puddle. I never deluded myself into thinking it was something it wasn't. I was content to navigate the muck.

Which is kinda funny if you think about it, all you self inflated big fish swimming around in the sludge but guess where I'll be? I think you know that scum/shit always floats to the surface. That's me. But ironically enough it puts me above you. Go figure.

There are people aplenty who have remained cool as hell and I can't wait to see them. You know who you are. If you're on my friendlist this long ass bitchfest has nothing to do with you. I don't make nice with jerk-offs...unless they have something good to offer or they're paying me heheh. I'm thinking these particular jerk-offs have nothing to offer but the pleasure of their company. I surmise that their company ain't gonna be all that pleasurable so fuck that noise.

Achtung jerk-offs! Y'all can go get bent........over the toilet at toilet at Jerry's, like someone we all know. Then again who among us hasn't been.
So excited to be making the visit! See you soon. XOXO

~Melody

So yeah, that's it, I hope y'all enjoyed it. I'll let this one marinate awhile and then I'll be back to post more nonsense. Loves to ya babies, Melody & Fat Mike