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o6.2o.o2 10:31 a.m.

to update on my "options" and the downward spiral that is my situation: went to the social security office yesterday and got an application for disability. the woman was surprisingly nice. the place was twilight zone empty and I took a mental note of the way fat UNARMED security guard at the door complaining about having to work 60 hours a week and how he had to mop the floors last night so when the SSA rejects my application for help I know that guard isnt standing in between my semi-auto 3 round bursts and that nice lady behind the counter.... oh why does it always take the murder of "innocents" to get the job done?? still no word on the bancruptsy shit, I guess I should call a lawyer, huh? I just wish there was some form I could fill out on my own, like a do-it-yourself bancruptsy kit. will have to see if those exist. me and janet managed to figure out her divorce that way and save her loads of money. so ok I need to go, my mom is awake and will bitch that I'm online. I wonder if there are camp grounds that have phone lines or cable hook ups at the sites...


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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