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with candy striped legs the spider man comes

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with candy striped legs the spider man comes
11.08.06 11:13 a.m.

I self-manage my bipolar symptoms with caffeine and weed. When the depression gets really bad I'll pop a no doz or 2 in the morning (gotta be in the am or else it wont work), and if own 'm too manic I'll smoke and it'll bring me down. This method is most often used at bedtime. Anyway I woke up this morning and took TWO no doz and now I am like a laser bouncing around the house, trying to focus on my homework.

I had something else to say... oh yeah I think I got a spider bite on my boob. Why do they always go for the boobs?? First I thought I was getting a pimple there, but then it got puss-filled and I broke it open to drain and clean it. That was last week, ok, so I thought everything was cool. But this morning my boob was all itchy, but like on the inside itchy, and I checked it out and the booboo was all yellow again and this time when I cleaned it I found the two little puncture marks there. I'll have to talk to the landlady about it. I dont think we have Recluse spiders around here like the ones that got me when I was in Texas. Anyway I hope my boob doesn't fall off dammit.

And oh yeah, I'm a pussy, Greg's here. We're going to have a meeting tonight and toss demands on the table.


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?!?