Enough said. YEAH GIRLFRIEND!
Enough said. YEAH GIRLFRIEND!
RAT PARK and those famous cartoons that started busting peoples steroetypical thoughts on addiction are a favourite thing of mine to bang on about.
Click and fund a motion picture.
Help get the unwashed masses thinking for themselves.
I’m off to the shower.
For it has been a long day helping neighbour move couches, fretting over car failing to fire and generally contemplating the worthless life presented as an uphill battle blotting the horizon.
Mind is a little fuzzy and cannot be bothered working out how many days since nicotine last infected my body and mind with it’s dopamine bliss.
Would be nice to have car running for event in a weeks time. However disappointment never fails to disappoint.
Still, may feel better next week. And get car running. And have a nice day of weather, petrol and rubber.
Which may take my unwashed mind away from more worrying human conditions for brief periods of bliss.
Without artificially introduced happy hormones.
N.A NAZI types who look down their noses at those who relapse, or turn to drink are dumb arsed…
Cold night, beauty day out there. Holy crap, it’s almost midday and I really should be out of bed doing something at least… One more car renovation show, then will get into vertical mode and out the door. Promise…
Been spending a great amount of time and money on these feral cats. Crazy Cat Fiend. Hey, well, someone has to do it.
WHEN THE SPCA SAYS “RING EXTERMINATOR AND PUT THEM DOWN AT YOUR OWN COST” you have to wonder if the old CCDHB buildings they are in have infected their mindset
Society For Prevention of Cruelty to Animals my arse.
So, Gareth Morgan, I am dealing with these feral cats for you.
It’s rewarding actually.
But really should get out of bed. So much to do, so little giving a shit about it all.
Snowballing mental health appears to show itself in how many cats you have.
What came first? The crazy or the cats?
However, I am going in Monday to sort out the procedure and am in Tuesday to have half the weight of my right arse cheek cut out… Will be good to get the bloody thing out. Even though it’s not cancer, it is annoying me more and more recently…
NZ HERALD shares Multi millionaire business guy gets caught with four grams of good old fashioned cocaine, gets name suppression made permanent, gets a small fine, almost zero percent of his net worth…. Meanwhile people like me go to jail for taking a couple of painkillers to get on with everyday life.
Highlighting the gap between the haves and the have knots has never been simpler.
This wanker got caught with FOUR OUNCES (over 100 grams) of pure cocaine and gets fined the equivalent of 0.0001% of his income.
The drug law in New Zealand is garbage. And, although pushed on us by Henry Anslinger followers after the bullshit prohibition on alcohol went west, must be adhered to.
If you, or dare I say it, I, were found with an amount of cocaine large enough to fall into the category of DRUG DEALING, we would be going to jail, no question. Along the way we would not get our names permanently hidden from public scrutiny.
New Zealand “JUSTICE”