Defining Moments of My Life
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03.29.10 4:47 p.m.

well things are all fucked up. doing good at the same time as Im doing bad. Like Im missing classes but getting high As in almost every class. Then I quit drinking but started smoking green again. All my tutles dropped out of school but I got my grant money to fall back on... The home life is better yet worse also. great new boyfriend, but he's moved in already, lost his job already, and has his lil brother staying with us already, and guess who else doesn't have a job either... BUT they clean and cook, and treat everyone around here with mucho respecto... was the money and the ride that Will provided worth him punching me in the face once every 6 weeks? Or the slow death due to all the drugs I was doing with him?

I dont have much time... what else did I want to mention... well there's the change in sex roles that's interesting. Bx Vic and Will there's no change in frequency or performance, skill level or even size for the most part. BUT Will was the dom, which I've always oreferred. Im usually not the one to initiate sex, or if I do, I do it slyly to where the guy still thinks he's initiating. Anyways Vic's been with 5 women, 2 of them were virgins, but all of them were bad in bed. So he's not all that experienced and it's up to me to teach him how to do things. At first I thought it'd be a problem but so far it's been pretty fun. He hasn't done anything at all except straight missionary vanilla sex. The poor bastard has no idea.

anyway i got a bus to catch


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?!?