We were thinking about starting this blog up again, but does anyone still care about it???

just wondering if you guys ever do opiates together?

no, kayla doesn’t use opiates at all. we used to do e together sometimes, but because of my sensitivity to it, i can’t take it without going fucking crazy.

-John.

Fuck you Kayla if I was John I'd slam opiates by using you for money to pay for them, which he does. You're a Toolaudid, a tool someone uses to support their dilaudid habit.

Lmfao. Ok first off he doesn’t do dilaudid anymore, he’s swtiched to morphine because it lasts longer AND so it uses less of MY money.

I wasn’t aware that an anonymous stranger on the internet had full insight into our relationship and into John’s mind. He read this and it really pissed him off. He’s not using me for money, he’s the one usually saying “don’t give me money” but I do because he’s been doing really well with his tapering and he really does want to get clean.

So fuck you you fucking moron. God you idiots piss us off sometimes. Don’t think you know everything about us, you only know what we post online. Ughhyerfd fucking idiot.

To anyone who still cares:

Sorry for the lack of inactivity. John’s kind of abandoned Tumblr (for now anyways) and I’ve just been lazy. There hasn’t been much to say anyways. Things have been going good between us, and he hasn’t been to bad lately.

-Kayla.

"I’m standing outside of InSite looking in, and Jesus Christ is there with a styrofoam cup, cheering."

I really appreciate the fact that you guys like Eugene Hutz, not many people do. Filth and Wisdom was such a great movie.
Just out of curiosity have either of you seen Gogol Bordello live?

Kayla: I FUCKING HAVE OMG IT WAS SERIOUSLY ONE OF THE BEST CONCERTS I’VE EVER BEEN TOO. I hope they come back soon.

If I could somehow prove to you I'm not a cop, would you shoot me up for a fuckton of cash?

No, learn to fucking shoot up yourself.

I don’t want anyone around me for the next month.

-John.

This is to both of you: What are your favourite songs?

John: I don’t have favorites of anything. There are too many things I like, and too many things I like equally.

Kayla: Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens, probably. It’s a really beautiful song.

Uh so this is for John. When you have tried to kill yourself, I am assuming that you woke up in a hospital. What was that like? Were you mad when you first woke up? Did you have an IV or anything?

I was pissed, pissed at everyone. It was my stepfather’s fault for calling the ambulance, and his excuse was that he “didn’t want to go to jail for assisting in (my) suicide.” I was pissed off for weeks. I refused to talk to my parents except calling them bitches and whores in Russian. I did have an IV, but I pulled it out the minute I woke up, and painted my entire bed, pillow, sheets and clothes with blood that wouldn’t stop gushing from the hole.

I don’t know why you would even ask me such a gruesome and personal question.