lol I did get confused for a second as to how we went from talking about drug addictions to nymphomania...jk...yeah I like going to Wilcox because I like the drive and I like eating at that little box car restaurant they have there...good food.
Yeah I've gotten lucky to be where I am now I suppose....I've known my boyfriend for six years but I actually used to hate him with a passion...he was best friends with my utterly abusive boyfriend...and we actually have a drug history together...the first time I met my boyfriend now we all did a bunch of shrooms....but than after that I blamed him for my than boyfriend's meth habits and alcoholism (I was kind of a prisoner in my own home when I was with that boyfriend....I wasn't able to have friends or go out or anything)....so it took a long time to realize that just because my now boyfriend was always around, he really didn't know what was going on....he just assumed that I didn't like going out and that I was just a miserable person in general....and as far as the meth goes, I guess he had only done it with my than boyfriend a couple times recreationally...
Once that boyfriend I split up, I made up for the 3 years of my life (21-24) I had missed out on in a really intense way...I went became a dancer (one of THOSE dancers)...just because I now had to the freedom to do so....drank 3 years worth of drinking in just a manner of a few months, drugs didn't really become a problem except occasionally some x (which I won't touch anymore)...I ended up meeting my ex fiance, which that in itself is a looooooong story....I calmed down on my drinking when I was with him, but than we split, and yeah, the past year has been insane....but than I remet my now boyfriend and realized that he's actually a really caring, sensitive person....I'm so grateful he came into my life when he did because a few months ago it seemed like everything was just crumbling around me....despite my attempts to keep it all together.....actually as much as I was drinking it didn't really effect me in the sense that I ALWAYS went to work, worked hard (and long....14-16 hour days) always paid my bills (and my irresponsible, unstable roommate's more than half the time)...but than I just had enough of my job one day (after being called a *****, *****, etc by my manager and his wife who was my assistant manager, and having them tell dead mom jokes to me knowing my mom was dead....I put up with that for 6 months....so one night after an already 12 hour shift with 4 more hours to go, my assistant manager came up to me and said I was giving her attitude with my eyes....um wtf....so I just grabbed my things and walked out.) I used my last paycheck to cover ALL of my half of the bills for January...already put it towards said bills...but on New Years Eve my roommate when utterly insane and I couldn't stand her anymore anyway, so I ended up moving out of my really nice apartment just so I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore.....normally that would have sent me down a self destructive spiral...so I was soooooo lucky my boyfriend had come into my life a little prior to that...he kept me from losing my mind completely.

OMG that was quite the rant....sorry.