Defining Moments of My Life
Cherry Koolaid

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Cherry Koolaid
02.18.08 10:15 a.m.

Things are good. VERY good. I havent been a perfect angel but we're doing much better not drinking and smoking hellish amounts. I turned down free coke a couple nights ago. I've done a lot of soul searching the last few days. The times they are a-changin. I've never looked or felt better. That's a fucklot for me to say.

Got in 40 hours this week. Even managed to get Saturday night out with Jerico. Worked 16 in a row 4pm yesterday till 8am today in order to get that night out, but it was TOTALLY worth it.

I've been writing in my hand-written diary a whole shit load, sorry I've been neglecting dland, louse that I am unlocking the thing then never writing. You wouldnt want to read anything I've been writing lately anyway because it's all "I love Jerico!" and stupid high school girlie teehee stuff like how sexy he looks in his work uniform (his shirt has a patch with his name on it!), how his parents are in love with me just as much as he is, how we share headphones and make-out for hours like teenagers and fall asleep before we get to the sex, etc. More often than not you'll find me daydreaming.

This is my horoscope for the day that he told me he loved me (he was shaking and almost started crying) "You belong. Your contributions matter, and you are vital in the lives of others. Knowing this, you can relax. So take a break. The more relaxed you are, the better you perform." Damn! I'm not one for horoscopes but holy shit, I bet no Scorpios blew their brains out that day! I showed it to Jer and he said he couldnt have said it better himself.


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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