Ok, anyway. Sorry (Jin, Ianzer, Dad, Mom, Catherine my favorite and only blood sister, Evan, where ever you are bro, I love you, and everyone else.) I've been gone for the past three months... Although the break from the brat must've been wonderfull. Well first I was on the run, I did NOT want to spend three months in jail. Heeellllll no! So I ran, I used, I dropped from 185lbs to 124lbs... In less than a month and a half... (I've gained back 38lbs! 162lbs! GO ME!) Well, they caught me while I was spun on valium, crystal, and I think it was perc. ANYWHO, I went to jail for a month (I hit my sweet sixteen while in there! T_T ), then after going to the hospital twice in one week, having seizures, puking stomach chunks, becoming partialy paralized for an hour to and hour and a half during fits, and uncontrollable violence, and breakdowns and such... I had a spinal tap, (I'll spare you THOSE details), CAT scans, UAs, blood tests, x-rays, and other things I don't remember... I was sent to Daybreak Rehabilitation Center in Spokane. Met my new boyfriend Jarod Jewett (my hott lil Blood), was spoiled to death by him and then sent home after the 28 day program. Now I have to go to court and I might be faced with being sent up for six months... For assault in the third degree, 2 residential burglary charges, breaking and entering, organized drug dealing, and possesion of a concealed firearm (colt 3.80, 7g) ((when my right to bare arms was stripped from me at my last hearing at DJJC))... Anywho, pray for your rider, loves!

Spread teh love my loves,
Your Blood,
Blue Eyed Eskimo/ Gitch