Defining Moments of My Life
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12.09.02 1:13 p.m.

The weekend before Thansgiving we went to the humane society to pick out a cat. It takes a few days for the application to be approved and while they were fucking around verifing all the information that cat I'd picked out got very sick and was put to sleep. They never said they put it to sleep in the voice mail they left but it's obvious. Some of you dont understand about my (in)ability to keep things alive but I'm sure you could imagine. So I had gotten pretty disheartened about the whole getting-a-cat thing and I didn't bug Eric about going to the humane society and picking out another cat.

Well while I was taking the trash out Friday afternoon I found a kitten out by the dumpster. He's about 2 months old, an orange tabby. He's still pretty dirty so I'm not sure what color he is besides the orange stripes. He's got gorgeous green eyes that look like mine. He hides from us a lot though he's been coming out more. When I first found him I looked around to see if he had any brothers or sisters and there weren't any other kittens.

Anyway he's really cute (and evil!) so with the kitten and the Eyes Adrift show I've been pretty busy and haven't updated....


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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