I’m myself again, they stopped injecting me yesterday. I wish I could say this is a good thing, but with out the drugs Jessica has the upper hand. I can only hold her off for so long, and she’s already hurt so many people. If I wasn’t so sexy, I might have considered committing suicide, but thou shall not waste! Especially bodies like mine!
That psycho shrink of mine wants me to let her out to have a little chat. Sooner or later, with out the drugs, it will happen, and if she gets her neck snapped because of it whose fault will that be? If they just kept me sedated everything would be fine!
On top of that, I’m still worried about D.L and Micah. D.L isn’t experienced! How will he know how to take care of such a whiny little weenie like our son? How will he know how much aloe Vera to apply on his burns? How long to leave Micas Leap Frog bedtime music player on? He won’t, and it really worries me!
Micah is fragile boy, prone to sudden sissy fits and tantrums. Maybe spending more time with his dad will toughen him up. He may know my dirty little secret but he has some of his own! Most boys don’t wake up at six in the morning every Saturday to watch Totally Spies.
I’m prepared to spend the rest of my life here to protect my family, but if I have to be here I want to feel happy about it. I miss my shots! I miss my sheep! And sometimes, I even miss my web cam! If I could just spends five minuets doing my thing I’d be so much more relaxed. I can’t remember the last time I took off my clothes in front of someone because I wanted to. I really miss my job. I don’t know if I’ll ever get rid of Jessica and have full control over myself again! But Micah really needs D.L as a male role model in his life. Maybe this is all for the best.
Drugs are what they use to keep us down! Stay away from the needles! Punch! Scream! Bite!
If Jessica behaves, Could you talk them into giving you a laptop and webcam? Tell them you would give them some of the money you make.
Fight the system! Dazzle them with your beauty! Refuse and resist!
And give me your strait jacket when you get out. I need it for something…
~Lana
Are we not all on drugs when it comes down to it? Temptation, desire, greed. Are these not drugs? You sit in your padded cell, the prison of your own puffy consciousness, and claim to be sedated. Yet can anyone truly be so when inside our minds there exists a plethora of biological chemicals, like actors in an ever-lasting play, spurring ourselves and each other into action. Is this not the purpose of drugs? Are these forces, given to us by destiny itself, not the essence of narcotics? They serve the same purpose. They affect our mind, change our perception and ultimately rule our action by creating the stimuli and catalysts within our lives. Yet you claim to me, a professor of genetics and science, that you are no longer on drugs! Well, then, I would submit to you, that God is cockroach. My father’s theories!
Yo baby, dizzamn are you fine. You could “inject” me anyday. Er wait, that innuendo doesn’t really work with a woman, does it?
– Hank
Yo, Hank, my man. There seems to be something sticking out the back of your head, but I can’t tell what it is. Wires for headphones or something?
Jessiki (Nikisicca?), just hang in there, girl. We’ll bust you out, somehow! Just say Biggie Smalls three times and he’ll come to your aid!
~Lana
Drugs.
I would offer to help but is really worth the trouble? I could sell the drugs I would get there.
Biggie Small,Biggie Smalls,Biggie Smalls, holy crap!
I don’t appreciate being implied as gay, mom. And I am tough. I just miss you. You’ve been all I’ve had for the past 6 months.
Next time tell the Shrink to take a hike
The lil’ man doesn’t like my bologna sandwiches! What should I do, baby?!
Asylums bite. Hang in there!
Save the cheerleader. Save the world.