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Drifting Existence

Unreliable musings, ranting, truths, self-analysis, social critiques, thoughts, explanations, ponderings, delvings, documentations of the up and down-ness of life from one small speck of existence in unknown, ordered chaos called existence, all of me that can be translated and including as big beyond me as my addled mind can go, all in one condensed, easy to read meaningless, selfish and unselfish giving mess.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Phoenix & Cobra - fire Productions

Phoenix & Cobra - fire Productions
Posted by victim of existence at 12:40 PM

1 comment:

victim of existence said...

hmmm...VERY interesting. I likie the bloggie

Thursday, February 22, 2007 at 12:48:00 PM PST

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victim of existence
You want labels, here's some: I'm a loser with no job, barely ever had one. I'm 34, getting old and fat. My hair has been graying since my early twenties. Getting fat? I mean, I am fat. No good at being anorexic, too greedy for that. I have a boyfriend (God help him!) for the last 8 1/2 years. He's a saint, as you can imagine. I have a son (God help him, too). He's remarkably well-adjusted (So far! He's yet to turn into the parent-eating teenager we all fear our kids to really be) I suffer from a diagnosis of bipolar disorder (thanks, docs, you've been a great help...thanks a lot! (yeah right). I weaned myself off of the addiction of psychiatric hospitals by realizing we're all fucked and hopeless, no matter where we are, so might as well not be brain-washed and humiliated (but boy, were those art classes fun (I'm not kidding). Psych hospitals are like boarding school and an Alfred Hitchcock movie and a porno, lot's of sex and intrigue, danger, but comeraderie and laughs (Stockholm syndrome, anyone?)
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