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THC, My Favorite Channel

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THC, My Favorite Channel
09.22.03 9:53 p.m.

Bored tonight, not much going on. Eric's been in bed since 9, and was falling asleep on the couch since 8. Carolyn called last night asking if we wanna go out, we were both pretty tired so we said no. Tonight I'm stir crazy. I tried to call Carolyn, she said to call her tonight to do something. No answer at her house or cell. Left a message about an hour ago. I might try back but I'm not sure if I'm that desperate yet. For the last few hours I've been watching The History Channel, (or really The WW2 Channel). The whole time it's been on the SS. They only mentioned the Night of Long Knives a couple times, and then they didn't give it the props it's due. Don't ask, I can't explain myself without drawing flags to my website.... I need some fucking hobbies. Carolyn needs to answer her fucken phone.


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?!?