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tired
05.21.05 7:11 a.m.

Greg swears he's not fucking anybody else but how he worded it doesn't make me feel at ease "if I had somebody else to fuck I wouldnt be sitting here...". I really need to put my foot down. He's drinking way too much again, and is hanging out till morning at various people's houses. Only working two or three days a week so it's like every day is a weekend, and he's spending more money than he actually has on beer. He started a tab IN MY NAME at the Pick, it was $40. I paid it off and told them no more tabs for Greg, though I dont know if they'll deny him next time around. He takes all the silver out of my change/tip jar on the bedside table. I didnt even scrounge for change when I was a junkie, what the fuck? He's got job leads that he doesn't follow through on. And he's still calling Gail. "What, I can have no friends that are girls?" Friends that are girls whose house he spends the night at and who he talks to more than he does me... gee why would I have a problem with that? That's exactly how he and I hooked up in the first place. I'm going to take the cell phone away from him. I also told him that even if he and I are living together that Im still filing for child support and having his wages/taxes garnished. He thinks Im kidding.

My brother's in from Ohio. I didnt get any of the nights off I requested (asked if I could have one of the three off and they said no). If I call-in then I lose my $150 attendance bonus. I'll be losing a lot of sleep instead. We're supposed to go to my dad's this afternoon, but I dont know if I'll be going. My sleep schedule shouldnt be messed with, right now I sleep for four hours (usually less) when I get off work, and then 4 hours (usually less) right before work, with however much awake time in between. I dont really want to see my dad anyway but I'll have to at some point and it might as well be with my bro so that Im not the only one there, especially if Greg comes too then that way they'll all get drunk and I wont have to talk to anybody at all. My mom also expects us to work around the house today moving more furniture and shit around. I have no idea when all that will happen.

I only work four nights next week which is nice but it's wednesday then thurs off and then 3 in a row so it's not nice. I still didnt manage to get off any weekend nights nor any karaoke nights. Also none of my nights off are when Greg has off and Im anxious when he's drinking all day and through the night while Im working. It's getting too busy at the shop for only two people to be working on the weekends, besides it being me doing the working, as I have trouble keeping up with my duties on just regular nights. I'll have to talk Bossman into starting a 5pm-1am shift for Thurs-Sat nights and letting me work that.


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?!?