Defining Moments of My Life
you better poke the bear with a longer stick man

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you better poke the bear with a longer stick man
03.30.06 3:35 p.m.

I've been very angry lately. I don't understand why people don't do what they're supposed to do, and why can't/shouldn't they be forced to do so? Greg shaved his head a few days after I threw him out. It should've been done a year ago when he found out he was losing his job and that he needed to get a new one. He REALLY needed to do it when he started actively looking for work, he coulda had all those jobs if he woulda looked nicer. He actually got a rejection letter that stated "We chose a candidate whose personal attributes and appearance better fit our company." and he STILL didnt cut his hair. But he does it now, and not so that he might be able to find a job (he's still barely looking), he did it to piss me off. He said that he thought I'd be happy... I said to him "Would you be happy if I unzipped my skin and stepped out of a fat suit lookin mad hot?" fucken retard. I had to pull teeth to get him to take Cassidy overnight last night. I managed to get out Tuesday for a couple hours. I pounded some drinks and was going over to a friend's house to sober up enough to drive home. Greg saw some other guy driving my car and flipped out. He started yelling, got in my face nose to nose cussing me out and saying nasty shit. Then when I was about to get in the car he yelled "You gonna suck his dick for some heroin?" and I yelled back "You're only jealous cuz nobody'll suck your herpes-dick". The heroin thing was really below the belt, and probably the only thing that gets under my skin (haha get it, "under my skin"... it's funny when I make fun of myself, but not when others do it). Then sometime the next morning Greg's sister calls to say there was a note on the table from greg saying "Got into a fight with Joey last night, Cass isn't coming over". I told Jenn that I never said she wasnt coming over so it must've been a Greg thing. She said she'd take care of it and that Cass would still be spending the night there. Then around 2, the agreed upon drop off time, I called to see if they were ready for her and Jeff answers saying Greg's asleep and doesnt want to talk to anyone, he'd try to wake him up and call me right back. 30 mins later and no call so I called Jenn at work and told her what was going in. It sounded like Greg still didnt want Cass. Only to make things difficult for me (he's poking the bear again, and he's in for it). Anyway instead of a panic attack (it was similar in symptoms) I had something like an anger attack today. I dont know if these thing really exist, like if people who have serious anger issues and go to management classes have these sorts of fits, I'll be doing some research to see. Greg dropped Cassidy off at 2. He was running errands with his sister who supposedly had to get back to work after dropping Greg off to do his errands. I suggested, seein I had a million errands to do today also, that Greg and I go together, that way i dont have to drag Skootchie in and out of all those places. He said no. So he made things harder for the baby, himself AND his sister just so he could make things harder for me too. I see a trend here.... So while out doing all these errands I saw an INSANE number of young, 18-22 year old miserable looking girls pushing baby strollers, how many are like me "stuck" with a kid while the dad is out drinking and/or whoring it.... I want to blow up bars, sledgehammer drunk guys that have children... but no... I've been talking with people in the courthouse office and they say the judges are cracking down on this sort of thing, that I can have Greg sent into a detox and residential program, where if he leaves the program early he'll get sent to jail. There are other programs they talked to me about, basically I'm going to be making his life a living fucking hell, but for his own good.... anyway Cass is awake, later.


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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