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2 feet of snow, near but not here

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2 feet of snow, near but not here
10.13.06 10:53 a.m.

Hahaha good thing Im not near Buffalo! My mom is driving Prett, Jamie and Junior home to Ohio for the weekend. Jamie and Jr are staying in Ohio until before Thanksgiving when they'll come visit again for a week or so. The Thruway's closed from Rochester to past Buffalo. They gotta go through the southern tier like how Janet comes to visit me.

Geoff called me last night. We're gonna hang out this weekend. I want to write up an IOU for him to sign. I want to jam this weekend.

My cold might be getting better, I cant tell for sure. Im coughing stuff up so that's a good sign I guess. It's definitely an upper respiratory infection. My mom gave me leftover amoxicillin, but there were only 7 pills. Hopefully it's enough. I doubled up the first dose. I only have one pill left for tonight.

The landlady Sue said that Greg didnt bring in the puppy last night, so she must've been freezing and scared : ( I think he's mad at me. Sue said he got home between 5 and 6, so he had daylight and time to bring the dog up. Even if he thought I was gonna be home, he still shoulda done it then. I bet he passed out drunk earlier than usual and assumed I would be home at some point. anyway I cant spend all day at my mom's house, they left half an hour ago and I need to get home and see what's up with Putu.


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?!?