Thursday, March 11, 2004
so yesterday we met with a potential nanny. Her name is Evita, she's all punked out and shit. She loves the Cure. She's awesome. Totally the coolest chick i've met in forever.. i wish she was my sister. I want to shove her on the floor and laugh at her. So i hope that this all works out well. We have lots to offer her. I hope that she wants to work with us. I'd love for her to raise Zelly with us. She could totally pass on the morals we share. Good music, mopery, black hair and nail polish, that sort of crap.
I saw my doc. He gave me a new diagnosis. I think that it'll be awhile before i share it with all of you but someday i'll be willing to open up about my mania. Outside of that and Evita everything sucks. The suicide watch is back on, i'm kidding. i just feel sad and want to cry and mope and stare at my shoes, tack a sheet over the window and lay in bed and smoke cigarettes till i get so sick i puke out the shit that's making me feel like, horrible.
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I saw my doc. He gave me a new diagnosis. I think that it'll be awhile before i share it with all of you but someday i'll be willing to open up about my mania. Outside of that and Evita everything sucks. The suicide watch is back on, i'm kidding. i just feel sad and want to cry and mope and stare at my shoes, tack a sheet over the window and lay in bed and smoke cigarettes till i get so sick i puke out the shit that's making me feel like, horrible.
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