Well, after spending roughly two months in the big house being anally raped by men named Big-Joe (teehee, JOKE! *erratic hand gestures*), my boyfriend is finally out and enjoying house confinement like a good little ex-con. His next court date is September 11th (oh the irony. Not sure the legal system's gonna be too keen on letter prisoners go on such a day..), which means his house confinement will be lessened to a 10pm curfew.
Just for once, I wish my idiot friends would use enough common sense to perhaps.. oh I don't know.. NOT go to jail? hmm? Think you can handle that one Jason?
Yeah.. I didn't think so.
So pray for me that his drug therapy and sex addiction rehab goes well. I pray to the big man upstairs every day mind you, for this dope that I love with all my being. Oh well. All I can really say to him now-a-days is:
"Let's make it happen, captain!!"
Where he proceeds to roll his eyes and walk away from me pointing his little witchy-poo finger of embarrassment.
Not a big deal; it happens all the time.

On the photo front, things are kickin' goin' ok. Not a lot of business, but enough to keep me moderately busy.



To the few and far between who read this pathetic 'journal',
Peace out.