Defining Moments of My Life
E! Fashion Emergency/The art of selling out

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E! Fashion Emergency/The art of selling out
12.02.02 4:30 p.m.

I wish when other people talked about me in their diaries they made me sound as cool as I sound in my own diary....

So we're going to visit Eric's family for xmas. He wants to get me new clothes and shoes and for me to get my hair cut. Even wants me to get my nails done. Like the plastic kind. yeah.... I bet if he had the money he'd suggest lipo too. Now I know my clothes tend to be more ratty than most, and my hair and nails too.... But maybe I don't want to look nice.... And I don't like feeling bad about something I don't even feel is wrong. I wouldn't have to try so hard if he wouldn't have told everybody I used to use heroin. "Hey everybody I found this girl online who's a junkie and lives in an attic with her abusive boyfriend and shes got no friends or family and tries to kill herself all the time. I'm gonna adopt her and give her a make-over and everything will be AOK!" I feel like some sort of project, like there's going to be a split screen with before and after pictures and Jenny Jones is gonna tell me I even get to keep the clothes and make up..... Too bad we couldn't buy pre-packaged smiles, that's all I'm missing.


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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