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hahaha and I dont get paid

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hahaha and I dont get paid
04.01.03 6:18 p.m.

well I tried to do the last bleaching on my hair and nearly ended up losing it. My hair didn't fall out totally, only some of it. I was for sure that I was going to wake up bald monday morning. Instead, my hair is just super-fried, Hiroshima style. Kinda looks like a mushroom cloud too, I think I just invented a new hair-do.

today was a horribly bad day at work. I need to get some iron on letters for my uniform shirts so they'll say "I don't get paid to be here so ask someone else." too much bullshit to even get into, not gonna bother wasting my time. Let me say this, it was so bad that after I got home Eric was going to run to the post office and he asked if I needed anything... my reply was "an easily reloadable automatic weapon with many many MANY rounds of ammunition" and then I started crying.

anyway the day got better, cuz well, it had to.... Eric didn't go to work today so we hit Wendy's for an early dinner (I was pretty hungry cuz I hadn't gotten a chance to eat my lunch at work cuz someone stole it) then we played some basketball till my joints started hurting. Nothing planned for tonight. Maybe I'll go to an NA meeting, maybe I'll stay home n get stoned.


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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