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Yesterday was my sisters birthday. She turned 29.
I have no idea where she is, or if she is ok, or ...anything really. Last I saw her was before New Years, fresh out of the mental hospital and she was letting us have C for the week. She kept asking how I got so rich. Doing the bipolar shuffle, as I call it. It is a very sad & depressing thing.
PI is still kicking my ass. I want to whine about it but hate wimpy ass people so I try to man up and take it. (man up, bitch! as my Mo says)
D is very passive-aggresive...this is the first flaw I have noticed about him. Sometimes I want to just never talk to him again, and other times that thought makes me far too sad to contemplate.
I have no idea where she is, or if she is ok, or ...anything really. Last I saw her was before New Years, fresh out of the mental hospital and she was letting us have C for the week. She kept asking how I got so rich. Doing the bipolar shuffle, as I call it. It is a very sad & depressing thing.
PI is still kicking my ass. I want to whine about it but hate wimpy ass people so I try to man up and take it. (man up, bitch! as my Mo says)
D is very passive-aggresive...this is the first flaw I have noticed about him. Sometimes I want to just never talk to him again, and other times that thought makes me far too sad to contemplate.