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My life as of late, adequately described, a teeter-totter of orgasm and suicide.

My boy Timmy's got a way with words.

Work blows. I'm hating it more and more. Most days it's hard to remember that if it weren't for my job, I wouldn't be here, wouldn't have Ant. Fucking great. I dunno. I'm so frustrated, it's ridiculous. Life can't seem to make up it's mind what it wants w/ me these days. Things go to absolute shit until the point where I'm having nervous breakdowns almost daily, then I have a couple of things that send me fucking soaring.

Pasts can be fucking haunting, in case anyone hadn't noticed.

I'm pretty sure ink therapy is in store, but my broke ass can't afford it yet. At least the boything has his car now

My self esteem goes up and down as frequently as my weight, but here is my latest accomplishment::


Back to my chores, waiting for the boy to come home. I'm dreading going to VB and cleaning out that old apt.

That's all...