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men...
09.30.03 6:37 p.m.
Eric was all woe-is-me last night, and a little this morning. Crying last night "I feel so bad blah blah blah" more like "I wanna get laid blah blah blah" all trying to snuggle up and shit. Then this morning again with the lost little boy attitude. He's mentioned having "buyer's remorse" with bringing me down here etc and last night I asked him if he's got "seller's remorse". I can't remember what he answered.
My dad called this afternoon and I missed the call. Tried him back and my step-bro Punk answered. I talked to him for a little bit, he's the step-bro that's closest to my age (he's like 35...) He said my dad was walking to the corner store and he'd call me back. The fact that he was walking to the store means he's already shitty-cocked and out of beer. When he did call back I didn't hear the phone and I ended up having to call him back. Needless to say, he was very fucken drunk. He nearly started crying right away. He said he wanted to mail me some money and dumb shit like that. He said "shame on you for not calling more often" please....
Always remember to quit while you're ahead.
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?
AFTER
WHAT'S MY NAME?!?