Defining Moments of My Life
I see you shiver with antici....................................................................pation!

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I see you shiver with antici....................................................................pation!
06.02.07 6:02 p.m.

I'm excited for tonight. The only problem I forsee is that we're driving out tonight in his friend Matt's truck, Rob has to work tomorrow 2-6, and we're supossed to come back out to my place after that. I wanna stay and keep cleaning (or realistically START cleaning) but I don't trust them to come back for me. We'll see. I don't like to ever make plans because of the let-down factor, I always play shit by ear. I worry that I'll get stuck out there and not be able to get to work on Monday afternoon. There's a lot more shit to get out of there, most of it trash but still I'm sick of moving and cleaning, especially in this heat.

Cassidy is watching Happy Feet for the umpteenth time. Could be worse. Gives me comp time. I was trying to put my bedroom together but she wasn't cooperating. It's about 15 degrees hotter up there, and she's been running a fever for a couple days to begin with. And then there's them Tiujuana Bed Bugs my mom gave her... she hasn't been a happy camper all week and I can't get shit done.

Speaking of... duty calls.


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?!?