Defining Moments of My Life
houston we have a problem

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houston we have a problem
05.30.03 9:54 p.m.

Eric's getting a sleep apnea study thingamajig done tonight. He's sleeping, hooked up to machines and whatnot, at some doctor office place. I had "plans" to meet the other karaoke regulars at the friday night place our KJ does karaoke at. I called to confirm and the one girl Carolyn says the kj (who's temporarily living with her though I think they may be shagging) didn't feel like doing a show tonight. That pretty much exhausted my "friend list" for Houston. Why yes, I do know that I'm lame. Eric left me $40 too. He was only gonna give me $20 but there's only a quarter tank and if I was gonna be out running around tonight I woulda needed gas money. We ate at red lobster, so I could get one last fix of those cheesey biscuits and the chicken strips. Tonight was spozed to be the last blowout before we start adkins tomorrow. Now I'm thinking the $40 is gonna be spent on groceries. We gave the fridge/freezer foods to Diana last night, I still need to pack up some of the other stuff that Eric will be able to eat in about a month. I'm taking the program much more seriously than he is, but I have more weight to lose and he's only been heavy for the last couple years, not his whole life. Maybe I'll drink a pot or two of coffee and go on a cleaning binge.... I wish the Strokes cd was longer, man that thing gets me manic (as long as I dont listen to the words cuz then I get upset, it's like the Cure... it only SOUNDS happy). I like to clean to that cd. I hate cleaning though, it's so pointless. And I hate shopping too. I don't think the $46 I have will cover the list of adkins ok'd foods. I'm such a loser. This is like the 4th biggest city in the US and I can't find anything to do. Houston fucking sucks. Boredom has always been my downfall.


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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