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10.08.03 4:02 p.m.

Unbeknownst to Eric, I might be bringing home a dog tonight. This morning when I got to work there were a couple security guards were trying to coax some animal out from under a car in the parking lot. I went over to see what was going on. There was a Daschund (excuse any misspellings) huddled under the car. They were talking about calling the humane society but I wouldn't let them. One of the teachers here, Pat, volunteers for a no-kill shelter and would know who to call about a lost pet. The security people called the number Pat gave us and no one showed up. They called back at 1pm and complained, they were told they're short-staffed blah blah. The security people said that if no one shows up by 5 to get the dog they have to drop it off at the Humane Society. So if no one shows up I'll take the dog tonight. Eric's best friend has 2 Daschunds, maybe she wants one more. Hers are about retarded or cripple or some shit so maybe she needs a healthy one. The dog is defintely a pet, first off it's a daschund for crissakes, they're not exactly your run-of-the-mill stray, wild animal. Its nails were clipped, he's nice and fat. He was a cute dog too. I know it'll be a pain in the ass having a dog overnight but it's so cute!


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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