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my turn

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my turn
06.04.03 4:20 p.m.

I often describe the best feeling in the world as "anticipation of something good". This is my favorite feeling. Some people prefer the objective and not the wait, but usually (or really all of the time) the objective isn't as great as I imagined it would be. For example, I would rather be NEXT in line than FIRST. So anyway, I've always preferred NEXT, but right now I'm in the FIRST position, and it feels pretty fucking good too. I'll fill in details later but it seems that I have a job, $10 an hour, about 25 hours a week, from 3-9 PM. Some other good news is that Eric got a new truck today. It's a brand new Chevy pickup, they must have had a shit load cuz they were discounted almost $5,000. He has a very high interest rate due to bad credit and no previous car loans but I'm not sure of all the details yet. I know it's a stick-shift so I won't be able to drive it. I'll be driving the Lumina still but I'm going to have to put some money into it. The AC went out over the weekend, and it's very hot sitting in traffic without it. Plus all the smog I'm breathing and getting on my skin and hair. It'll cost a bunch, we're not sure what's wrogn with it exactly. It also needs a new serpentine belt and brakes. But it's better than the bus....


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?!?