Defining Moments of My Life
put out or get out

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put out or get out
01.27.05 10:26 a.m.

For some reason Ive now got the sex drive of a teenage boy. You'd think being pregnant that naturally the libido would cool, seeing the only function of the libido is for procreational purposes only. So I guess humans were meant to have fun fucking, and not only for preservation of species. Anyway, Greg on the other hand, hasnt touched me since I told him I was pregnant. It's getting ridiculous. The damage is done man, bring it on, ya know? It's kind of hard to hide the "pregnant woman fuck me glow" that I got goin on right now. Everybody's been flirting with me. None are tempting though but lets hope I dont run into any twins. KIDDING (sort of). Greg's excuses are quite lame.

I keep dreaming of drugs. Last night it was pills, lots of pills, like a handful of skittles and m n ms in all different sizes and colors and shapes. I remember being pissed off that i was preggo in the dream cuz I couldnt take the pills. I dont think it's so much missing the partying, I think it's mre of the fact that i cant even have cough syrup or an aspirin to help me feel better. And I havent had caffeine in weeks and Im about to kill somebody.


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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