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I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters

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I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters
09.02.02 5:23 p.m.

so the dream I was having just before I woke up (which was less than ten minutes ago): oh and this thing is like totally obvious, usually my dreams take me some time to decipher but not this one:

I was walking down the street sort of like in the bittersweet symphony video, where everyone's coming at me and I'm not pushing them or anything like that but for some reason everyone has really bad acne and at first I try to ignore it but there are just so many people that I gotta look at them so then I try looking at them but not at the acne and its just not working so then I start stopping people and picking at their zits for them and then it becomes an obsession and I start to flip out cuz I cant get to everyone and some sort of riot breaks out and in the meelee I catch a glimpse of myself reflected in a store window and my face is just covered in zits, one of the worst looking faces I'd seen in a long time and I end up getting out of there, running away even though some of the people are chasing me, begging for me to pick at their faces... eventually I come to a day spa type place (its in the real life building that was home to my Americorps program back in the day) and I go in and get a facial and come out looking pretty sexy so then i go back and get everyone else and bring them to the spa too and they come out lookin sexy as well.


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?


AFTER


WHAT'S MY NAME?!?