Defining Moments of My Life
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04.17.06 8:07 a.m.

Prett came up this weekend. I'm mad but trying not to be. I gave them $80 to get here. Jamie brought a friend with her so it's like I paid her way too. Then they acted like they didnt have any money. Saturday we all went on a picnic with Pig Fucker and Erin. I paid $60 for food and supplies. We dicked around after that. We were supposed to go to the city to visit my dad but that would make 2 trips to the city in one day cuz later we were planning on going to Vertex. We also woul dhave had to take 2 cars, way too much gas. Prett called and told dad we were too drunk from the picnic, which my dad knew was a bullshit excuse. They all took naps and I played with Skootchie as usual. Later on they were all playing drag-ass about going out. Prett wanted a strip club, Jamie wanted to stay in town and go to a bar like the Farmer's. The friend didnt give a shit, I had more fun with her than anybody else.... Prett said they werent going out and I threw a fit, bringing up the wasted money, wasted night of having a sitter, that I coulda made plans with B. Prett said that PF and Erin were still going out, and true I woulda had more fun with just them but still I wanna hang out with my brother... and then PF and Erin bail out on us, they were part of the reason we were waiting around. So what the fuck now...
someones at the door 8 am??


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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