Defining Moments of My Life
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08.30.02 11:23 p.m.

as one can see I've got a new layout, thanks to Patrick (patw-21). I've also changed the name of the diary to Defining Moments of My Life; that seems to be what I write about mostly in here. I've got other plans for Things I Should Say....

I'm VERY manic right now. I worked almost four hours tonight and then my supervisor, the factory medic and a security guard all showed up in my peripheral vision. I knew what was happeneing next.... And I had a cush job tonight too, sitting on a stool doing "quality control" (like I'm some sort of expert on either of those things...). I asked if I could finish out the night seeing theres no risk of me hurting myself sitting on a stool (a lie, you'd be surprised how easily I get hurt!) But the medic said I shouldnt have been here at all that the temp agency should have called me two days ago about this.... So I wasnt going to argue or anything, but I still had to tell Lon what was going on. He was not thrilled... he and I got into a huge fight early this morning and after much furniture throwing and lamp breakage we finally talked about some things that should have been talked about a while ago. Well, I've been talking about them all along, he just hasnt been listening. Agreements and arrangements and even some compromises have been made. We might even make it a week without trying to kill each other!


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?!?