Defining Moments of My Life
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02.15.06 12:41 p.m.

I feel better today. Finding trees helped a lot. Turns out the 1/8th that was missing (presumed stolen/smoked by Greg and Trell) ended up a drawer in the basement. So we had it all along and I went without hardly any sleep and shit loads of pain for three days cuz we didnt have any.... Yesterday I didnt even smoke any. I notice I hardly smoke on my days off. I dont know when I'll be able to try to quit, but it wont be any time soon. As for anyone who thinks negatively for being a "pot head" mom, there are much much worse things.... (maybe that Dallas lady who cut off her 10 month old's arms ran out of weed too?)

People still havent let up enough about the bitching. I showed Greg around my online classes websites and showed him my 10 page paper where he couldnt even understand what I was talking about in the introduction, so all that kinda helped him to see how much work I do and why I'm so tired all the time (reading and webpage reading about 4 hours a day gives rise to many headaches). With everybody else, I have gotten very bitchy with. I called the 2nd shift supervisor a bitch the other day, and she's the only supervisor at work who isn't a bitch. (she WAS bitching at me at the time though, "why are you always late, cant you for once be on time or heaven forbid be early... why are you late?!?!" "I don't know... why are you such a bitch?") I didnt get in trouble either.

Been looking at apartments, want to apply for one out in Bloomfield but Greg doesnt want to live that far away from the bar (his excuse is to be near to work -um what work?- and near to his family... Bloomfield is a ten minute drive back into town). Greg got a job lead but we think the guy may have been full of shit, as usual. I'm coming along with all my final projects and papers for my classes. Well, sort of. I have one totally done, one is an outline, one is an outline with stuff partially written, and one I havent started yet at all. Then there's the degree planning class that I havent done anything on. I also made progress with getting Janet's car transferred over to my name and getting my car into Prett's name. They couldnt find my title so I had to order a new one, which takes a week, and then we'll go from there.


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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