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Dude, where's my weed?

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Dude, where's my weed?
09.21.03 11:45 p.m.

Had a dream last night that I was back in NY looking for Mike and Lisa, childhood friends from back in the day. First I ran into all the kids who used to pick on me and shit. They were all superficial "Hi, how are you doing? It's so great to see you!" yeah right... so I found Lisa eventually. She said that Mike was at the Bills game. I was like "Man, how'd he get tickets for that?" and Lisa said "He's on the team!" oh...ok... We get to the game and I remember that I happen to have a pound of weed in my hoodie. I chicken out and have my hoodie checked at the entrance we came in. After the game we hung out with Mike and the other players. Then on the way out I couldn't find my hoodie. We couldn't remember which entrance we'd come in through and we were walking all around the stadium. I woke up before I found my weed. It was so scary! : )


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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