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fucken pig fuckers
10.14.06 4:18 p.m.

Ive been spending a lot of time with Geoff lately. I dont think anything will come of it, I'm not sure if I'd even want anything to happen anyway. Last night we hung out for a while but I had Cassidy with me. He said that he didn't know she'd be with me (the way he kept bringing it up sounded to me like he had plans to do stuff...?) We caught up with pig fucker (who is on my last nerve by the way) who was too busy watching a movie to let Cass sleep on his chair for a couple hours ("Or even just an hour would be enough" Geoff said... see what I mean?) It's like the fourth time Ive asked him for help with some "meaningless" thing and he's refused. Erin told me a few days ago that theyre looking for a roommate, $50 a week plus a share of the utilities. I ask Gary last night and he says "I'm not too sure we need a roommate, but I got a couple couples interested." Then he went on to diss Geoff "I dont know if it'd work out, wouldnt he be drunk all the time?" and that's really fucken funny cuz the pig fuckers drink way more than Geoff does these days. And I cant believe that they actually think they can afford $600 plus utilities when both of them were working full-time and still couldnt afford to give me twenty five fucken dollars a week when their rent was only $400 a month and no utilities.... And he had the nerve to ask if he could put his electricity in my name! If there is such a thing as a nigger, then he's it. God damn pig fuckers!


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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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