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update on leg

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update on leg
07.30.04 1:17 p.m.

Well I've heard nothing from Geoff about working on the house. My mom is seriously pissed off about it and I'm the one having to incurr the wrath of Momzilla. She will be here, at 11:30 she said "within the hour" and it's 1:15 so whenever she gets here she'll be all "why aren't you ready to work" yadda yadda, and she just got her nails done so that means she won't be doing jacksquat but bitching like a drill sargeant. "Yes sir, Momzilla sir!" Meanwhile any time she opens her mouth I hear that Godzilla "Murrarrgh!!" roar and with each step she takes I see tiny Japanese people running around on the floor. Soon the ill-timed subtitles will appear to let me know what the tiny Japanese are saying and I'll know for certain that I've finally cracked beyond repair, even NASA-strength glues couldn't hold me together.

My leg/knee seems to be doing better. It was worse before I went to bed, but the pics I wanted to take last night didnt turn out well without good daylight in the computer room. The bruises are the most confusing.




See... MUCH better. LOL. So anyway I'm expecting a real fucked up night tonight, not only is it a full moon but it's a motherfucking BLUE MOON. I'll definitely need to stalk down the twins and see what kind of games they have planned for tonight. I hope it involves the cemetary....



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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