Defining Moments of My Life
"I can fix that gimp for you"

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"I can fix that gimp for you"
09.04.06 10:49 a.m.

Had a great weekend with Janet. She left about 20 minutes ago. I almost got into a fight with at least 4 bitches at karaoke last night. Im sure it'll come to blows at some point but with surgery next week I dont expect to be at karaoke for a long long time. Jamie was there and was all over me and then jealous of Janet and even though I gave her a ride home, I dont think she was very happy. I told her I'd call her today but I think I might have Prett stop there and see if she wants to spend the night. I need help with cleaning anyway. The place is a wreck. It was that way before Janet got there. I got my papers done Friday at 9:30pm or so, and then took a nap before Janet got there (about 3am). I have a week before surgery and a lot to do. anyway Prett's giving me a ride home so I dont have to wait on my mom. I'll write about the near-fight later.


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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