I know I have beat this horse till it was dead and not worth beating anymore, but this is starting to REALLY piss me off. I can walk out my house and within an hour, probably score 6 different types of drugs. Why do we WASTE sooo much MONEY on a drug war that does NOTHING but FAIL? Why do we feel the need to dictate what it is someone can and cannot do with their own body? I am a recovered addict, I NEVER want to do drugs again, but who the fuck am I to tell someone else they CAN’T? Who the fuck are YOU to tell someone they can’t?

Honestly, no one who isn’t doing drugs will start doing them because of legalization. Mrs. Tuney the English teacher isn’t going to run out and buy some cocaine as soon as it’s legal! The people who are doing drugs NOW will be the ones to continue to use if we legalize it. DRUG LORDS would crumble and fall, bad neighborhoods would start to clean up due to the fact that crackheads can go to a safe regulated environment to purchase their fix. Violence over drug related crimes will fall. But why on EARTH would we want a safer environment? Why on earth would we want to MAKE money off taxed heroin and Meth that we can’t STOP people from using anyway? Why in God’s name would we want teenage gang bangers to STOP shooting each other over drug deals? Here in America, land of the free, we LOVE to control, be controlled, and see people die!

I’m sure we would rather put a bunch of NON VIOLENT people busted for drugs IN prison, while we let out the child molesters, sex offenders, and violent criminals onto our streets! Hasn’t this worked out soo well for us? Children are getting fucked again and again by men found guilty of the crime MULTIPLE times. Rapists are let back onto our streets to violate again. Violent criminals with multiple offenses come out, as well as some people who have actually KILLED! We gotta make room for them druggies!

The older I get, the country I was so proud to be a part of starts to look like nothing but a hypocritical douchebag. Land of the free? Home of the brave? Try undercover communists who are in love with violence, hate drug addicts, and like to control what you can do with your own body. Don’t EVEN get me started on marijuana…more harmless than cigarettes OR tobacco, but treated as if it were Crystal Meth mixed with gasoline! The thing that pisses me off the MOST about weed is the fact that many people are soooo uneducated on it, yet speak about it like they know a fucking thing! They compare it to cocaine, even HEROIN! That’s like comparing asprin to morphine!

If someone wants to slit their throat, who am I to stop them? If they want to tatt up their entire body and pierce every loose fold of flesh they have to spare, why the hell not? If they want to change their appearance till they almost look like an alien (that cat lady and Micheal Jackson) why can’t they? If they want to hallucinate and see the walls melt on acid, go for it. If you want to piss your life away and be a fucking loser on heroin, by all means. The way this country tries to control what we do with our own bodies is nothing short of COMMUNISM.

I know all the morons are going to pretend I implied people who do drugs can drive cars, etc. I NEVER did, and never would…but guess what? THEY DO ANYWAY, more than you want to know. Just like all the piss ass drunks that kill thousands of people a year! What is the point of fighting a war that you CAN’T WIN? It’s Like Drugs are the Middle East, and Law Enforcement is America. THEY DONT MIX, PERIOD, and it will never work!

Sometimes I feel as if my mind is so strong that I can be like Samantha
from Bewitched and twinkle twinkle my nose and make things happen.  LOL
and being a Scorpio, when it doesn’t happen I’m honestly shocked.  One
of these things has to do with my day job.  I’m so ready to be done
with it and move on to making money doing what I love and the “twinkle
twinkle” hasn’t made it happen.  Affirmations, Intent, Gratitude etc…
have been deployed and have offered great comfort on days when I don’t
think I can go on.   And I can’t give up believing.  It’s a lesson
perhaps in patience.  I’m a firm believer that you can do what you
love and earn a living by it.  And as soon as it happens for me I’ll be
the first to say “Ah-HA…  See”!!! lol

I’m grateful for my protection

I am grateful for all the new opportunities

I am grateful for my industry contacts

I am grateful for parawomen radio

I am grateful for 2012

I am grateful for my new script I am writing

I am grateful for my ideas i’ve had the opportunity to pitch

I am grateful for the money that flows into my life freely

I am grateful for my upcoming auditions and film festival.

Affirmations:

I earn my total living, which is an amazing amount of money, as an
actress, in radio, Producing and hosting and doing anything else
creative I choose to do!

I have all the money I need (and want) to do all that I please in my life.

I am a perfect size 10 or 8.

I have the cosmetic surgery I want done this year (tummy tuck, breast
lift reduction, lipo and fillers). And at the same time I move my body
to be toned and fit. I have the body I desire!!

I earn 2 million dollars or more on 2012.

ParaWomen Scream Radio earns $1000 or more a week.

Haunted Hillsdale is edited and entered into Film Festivals this year and next.

I begin work on my next documentary and TV show

My current script that I am writing is an award winning one and is
picked up by a major production company and is seen in theaters world
wide!

I am happy, happy, happy

I am excited, excited, excited

I am vibrant, vibrant, vibrant

I am youthful, youthful, youthful

I travel the world and get paid for it

I meet the right people at the right time and that furthers my career to new heights!

I am surrounded by people who have my best interest and me theirs.

Everyone reading this feels my love and the love of the Universe.

Intent:  Have a wonderful meeting tonight.

A couple hours after I decided there was nothing to take photos of in my house, I proved myself wrong and took a bunch of really terribly pretentious up-close photos of
a bunch of ridiculous shit. En-freakin’-joy.