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I smoke two joints before I smoke 2 joints then I smoke 2 more

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I smoke two joints before I smoke 2 joints then I smoke 2 more
06.28.04 9:48 p.m.

OK MSN decided to freeze up on me and I lost that last entry. I hadn't typed that much. Last night we went to karaoke. It was my ex-almost step-dad #3's birthday yesterday so he was there totally wasted. I sang Dream On and Don't Stop Believin. The KJ sucked, sounded like a "morning zoo" wannabe, totally top40 and lame, plus he tried to stick his tongue down my throat when I suggested he get China Girl. I rocked out on the Journey song, that was the second one and I'd had much Jack Daniels by that time. The Aerosmith was the worst I've done on that song, but everyone liked it nonetheless. There was a 57 year old guy, Al Sterling. I'm not sure what his story is but pretty much he's the drunken clown, grabbing asses, pole dancing and telling dirty jokes to anyone who'd listen. So of course I listened, but he kept humping my leg the whole time. I got a drink out of him and barely had to dance with him so it wasn't THAT bad. He kept hitting on me and my mom saying we'd be the hottest tag team ever, the dude must have been, like, super-sloshed.

I didn't hear anything from either places I applied at last week, but the answering maching here doesnt really work, everyone sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher, or like the city bus driver announcing the intersections.... I really need to get a job. I'm barely employable though. Everyone send Copy Shop vibes about how great I am at pushing the start button, OK?


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?!?