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Favre is the hottest 38 year old man EVER

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Favre is the hottest 38 year old man EVER
11.11.07 9:45 p.m.

At least Brett Favre is having a good year. It seriously cheers me up thinking about how good both my football teams are doin (OSU). The Pack especially. It brings back happy memories of living in bumfuck Wisconsin with Lon the year they won the super bowl. The slushy waterbed, the moose in the backyard, the kerosene smell to Kelly's barn when we'd be smoking his retarded ass grown on mars weed, driving around the marsh, low fat low cal cheese puffs, his dad's watery mashed potatos and fried ground salmon patties drowned in catsup that I forced myself to eat lol... god I hated Wisconsin lol but I've always liked the Packers and always will. I watched most of the game today, (so my jinx must be broken cuz they didnt lose) and every time they scored (they won 34 to NUTHIN against a rival) I thought about how happy Lon must be, and it makes me happy for him that they are winning cuz I know it means a lot to him.

I ended up finding Trevor on myspace when I did a serach for him this morning. I also found Botch. Neither has been on to check msgs so I dont know if they wanna reconnect or not. We shall see.


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?!?