Defining Moments of My Life
a note for "imwrong"

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a note for "imwrong"
o6-o9-o2 6:14 a.m.

Britt, kudos on the Mike thing. You fucken hang on tight and don't let go! And it's GOOD he's clingy, that's what you want in a soulmate, that way he doesn't dump you for perky tits and fresh ass when you're 40 and the "soulmatiness" starts to wear off.... oh, also gotta congrat you on the vicodin. My mom's got a pursefull that I REALLY need and my fiance REALLY needs cuz we went n got ourselves addicted while visiting Ohio last week. anyway it's our own stupid fault but I'm sure I'll be sneaking some from her whenever she's distracted. I might have to make use of my medicaid card and go see a doc on Monday, see if I can't get some of my own..... I had a "School" moment tonight, I usually sit at Denny's and draw/write from after I drop my bro off at work till when he needs to be picked up (midnight to 8am) but tonight must have been prom night and all these girls in dresses were coming in and I was remembering my two failed attempts at prom and "you're in high school again you're in high school again you're in high school again you're in high school again you're in high school again you're in high school again NO RECESS!!!" and I had to get out of there.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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WHAT'S MY NAME?!?