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MXC Morning

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MXC Morning
12.04.03 9:14 a.m.

Today is starting out interesting. Was sweating all night, got out of bed when Eric's alarm went off. Made breakfast (eggs n sausage). Boked a smowl and watched an hour of Most Extreme Elimination Challenge. It can't be explained, you just have to see it. Apt people called a few mins ago saying I'm the hardest person to get a hold of. I called them Monday but I guess I talked to someone else, she didn't know I'd called. I can move in tomorrow after 5pm as long as I have the pay stub and the money orders. Rent this month is pro-rated to about $350, and the deposit is a hundred. No problem with that. So if I survive ESL registration tomorrow I'll be moving after work. Oy tomorrow morning is going to be hell. We can only take 50 students, and I'm sure 500 will show up. I gotta be there at 7. I still need to learn a few key phrases in spanish. "Quiet down and listen to me!" "Get in line!" "Back up!" "Get off of me!" "I'll kick your ass punk!"... key phrases indeed. I have an appointment at noon for that research study Cindy got me into. It's about low carb foods, maybe taste-testing, I dunno. It pays a hundred dollars for two hours of "work". If only I could pull myself away from "Most Extreme Elimination Challenge".


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?!?