Defining Moments of My Life
I'm not too nice, everybody else isn't nice enough

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I'm not too nice, everybody else isn't nice enough
05.06.03 3:28 p.m.


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that's right, I'm not only a plague, but I'm THE plague. Get away from me or I'll have my fleas attack you!

Anyway Eric and I went to a ballgame last night. It was more fun than I thought it would be. Mostly because it was a pretty short game. The field is cool though, "H-town, home of TWO drop-top arenas!" it was also air conditioned and even though we were pretty high up we had a decent view. None of my co-workers showed up though and that pissed me off. We were given 60 free tickets and I was the only one to use mine. Next time I'll sign up for all the tickets and sell them for $5 out front. They're probably not going to keep giving us free tickets if they're not getting used.... It seemed like the whole upper deck was filled with people who'd gotten their tickets for free. They give away a lot of tickets to non-profit agencies. We ended up giving a stranger, her husband and grandson a ride back to the houston aids foundation where she'd left her car. she was hispanic so was the kid but the husband was black, very tall, had those long texan legs, and he was dressed like a cowboy. pretty interesting. after dropping them off Eric commented on how nice I am, and that it's cool how much I enjoy helping people. I don't hear things like that enough. I don't work for free in order to have people always thanking me or thinking "holy shit, you do this for free??" and Im not going to advertise that fact, or beg for compliments/respect... it's just nice to get a thank you every once in a while.


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?!?