Defining Moments of My Life
Are you using me for sex?

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Are you using me for sex?
05.07.04 10:25 a.m.

So I was with "the terrorist" wednesday night. We're in bed and he asks me, seriously he sounded just like a teenage girl, he says "You're not with me just for sex, are you?" FOR REAL! He sounded just like a bitch. Of course I'm with him just for the sex, but I didn't tell him that, I answered just like any high school jock would "No baby, there's lots of reasons why I'm with you... you're smart, and uh... fun to be with...." He bought it and I ended up getting some nookie. Then afterward he asked again "Are you sure you're not using me just for sex?" and this time I was a little more honest "Well, if you had any money I'd be using you for that too..."!!!! Oh it feels really good to hurt someone and for a change not be the one getting hurt. I'm pretty sure I could peel my arm back and reveal a terminator underneath. I don't think he'll be calling me again. Oh well. Seriously, he sounded just like a bitch, and I thought, "Do women really sound like this, oh god no wonder men treat us this way!" He might as well asked if I thought he looked fat in those jeans, christ almighty I wanna eat a steak right in front of his hindu ass.


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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