Defining Moments of My Life
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01.10.04 11:36 a.m.

I was gonna do an entry yesterday but it's probably good I didn't cuz it woulda been crybaby bullshit. Got sorta turned down for food stamps. She said I need to have a job in order to get food stamps. It doesn't make sense to me either. She said MAYBE me working 5 weeks will count for a little bit. I have to get a million papers signed before I find out though. Also she gave me a referral to the food bank but they have even stricter guidelines; when I called them they said I needed to bring my lease, my pay stubs, my utilities bills AND receipts to show what I spend my money on. See, this is why people load a U-Haul up with fertilizer and race car fuel and park it outside of gov't buildings.... My brother just said "Dude, c'mon, I don't wanna wake up to CIA agents jumping through all our windows goin "Hut hut hut hut hut hut Red team go!!' I mean, Jo, I'd prolly be in the middle of jerkin off or something and theyd arrest me for that too!" Yeah, he livens things up. He also gives me little inspirational quips like "Hey, why don't you quit freakin out like a psycho bitch, we're gonna get jobs Monday and we'll have enough money to pay rent, we still got three whole weeks before rent is due." Very true.


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?!?