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being broke this time of year sucks

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being broke this time of year sucks
12.16.02 6:19 a.m.

my knees were really really hurting me last night. They've gotten progressively worse over the last few days. I haven't been doing anything out of the ordinary, I dont know why all the trouble came about. I tried to fall asleep but like most nights I ended up staring at the ceiling trying not to cry then ending up crying anway. Got outta bed and took a very hot, very long bath. Had some vanilla conditioner to the water, lit some incense, smoked some weed... and about 2 hours later my knees didn't hurt so much and I was in a better mood overall. I get very cranky when I'm in pain and I turn into a bitch in that "knives out" kind of way. So after the bath I was surfing the web for some diet-type recipes. Found some good stuff there. I also came across what could have been a pretty sweet christmas present for Eric but I've got this uncanny bad-luck streak going with giving & receiving presents and this was no different. Anyway, it woulda been bitchin. I feel so shitty about not being able to get presents for anyone. I know that they dont have to be things that are purchased... but still. I know I hate the concept of money and being broke these past months has probably kept me out of trouble... still it'd be nice to be able to walk down to the gas station and get a slushie... go to Denny's in the middle of the night and draw... buy my loved one/s a christmas present... especvially when they have done so much for me and are getting me presents themselves.


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?!?