written 1/22/2023

Angie's mental health is struggling big time. She's pretty far gone. Hardly ever makes an appearence. When she does she is sad about a lot of things. Sometimes it's about her appearance but most of the time it's about how much she misses living a comfortable life. Under the roof that she paid for. She had everything. We had everything...

I worked for most of it.

We know and you're going to have to get back to it. You used to be such a hardworker and now you've got us addicted to weed and cigarettes and you aren't doing shit with your life.

Anyway since Angie is kinda dorment right now I'll be writing for the site. She would want me to keep this site going. It's the least I can do for her right now.

Just picture me in a crib with my stuffies. I'll be fine

I'm going to be making sure we appear on the weekly smoking addiction Zoom meetings. Hopefully I can wip Angel back into shape so he can work again. He might have to do work for us the way he used to. Angie and I aren't going to be super happy about it but at this point whatever work comes our way we have to do it. We need to get back into a house. Not just for me. I'm happy with what ever time I get online. Even if I don't get to be as social as I used to be in SL.

I know my lifestyle choices are kinda outside the norm but they don't have to be a problem. Heck right now I'm not acting out in the ways that my lifestyle calls for and I'm still here. Making the best out of the current situation.

I need to take the wheel for now. If not we aren't going to make it vary far.