Ikea was sick

I’m out of coke. I ain’t buying any more. I’m happy though. Time to come back down to Earth, Pluto’s fun but it’s hard to breathe. Starting to worry I might die up there. He’s gone soft ladies and gents. Cue a life of package holidays and unhappy marriages. Nah I’ll be back on the gear in a week, just you watch.

For the record, I enjoyed coke. It gives you that get up and go but not enough to actually get anything done, just chat shit and throw the tunes on. The highs are short. The ups are quick and the lows are gliding, not a crash more of a bumpy land. Waiting for your next line is the anticipating foot tapping at the conveyer for your bag.

Now the addiction side. I get what it’s saying, there’s definitely a motivation there to get hooked. Luckily cocaine is no match for the depths I’ve experienced and have no intention of visiting again. So that’s it, my body is a temple and there are sniffer dogs at the door. No more using, not for anything, not for anyone. Look at me go, wish I could share this feeling with someone. I’m so very proud of you Matt, together we’ll do great things. Thanks Matt, bit cringe

I need to set up an FTP server from my phone, takes ages to transfer this shit from my notes to CPanel. AI Dealers has been put on hold whilst I figure out if it’s something I’m gonna do, don’t wanna shoot myself in the foot you know what I’m saying I own this damn domain, legally ffs. I gotta be careful what I post. This is like a diary I guess. Might be password time hm.