Defining Moments of My Life
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10.24.06 5:12 p.m.

Wow serious drama last night. Greg flipped out cuz I was hanging out with Geoff. He says I'm not allowed to talk to him anymore. I told Greg that as long as there isn't a ring on my finger he can't tell me who I can or can't talk to, and that he needs to start saving up some money for either a ring or a different place to live. Now normal guys when given this ultimatum would run like hell, but no, (or more like forehead smacking DOH!) Greg already has rings bookmarked, and asked me what size my finger is. The rings are cool too. This one is my fave, odd cuz I dont like gold but I love the contrast between the lapis and the gold in this particular ring. I looked at the same ring but set in silver and it's nice but not as egyptian looking. Im gonna give Greg more ultimatums/rules. He really isnt handling the weight loss well. He thinks that I'm gonna leave him for Geoff even though I explained that Geoff is still another drunk with no income... not to mention he's married and can't even forget about his wife long enough to get a blow job... so Greg needs to stop worrying about all that. If he's worried about me cheating then he should try to fuck me once in a while.... And like putting a ring on my finger would allow someone to tell me what to do anyway... he better be making some serious cash if he thinks that's gonna happen.

And THEN I gotta get drama offa Geoff too! ---unfinished, gotta go


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?!?