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Confessions of a Neurotic Single Mom by Homemade
August 2008
1F*ck You, Cindy!!!!/The Boys/Small Talk
4Running Scared
5Nurses With Big Asses
6Hi, My Name is..../ Minus 1
7Land Contract
8Thunder Rolls
9Cant Think of a Title Today
10Guilt Trip
11Random Stuff/bullshit
12The Way It Will Be
13Another Blank Title
14120 Days
15Sky Blast
17Going Private Again
18High Flyin'
20Broken Bones, Part 2
21No motivation
22A JenBee Kinna Day
23Saturday, no excitement
24Code Purple
25First Day of School
26Control Freak, Extraordinaire
27Making Progress
28Who Works on Thursdays Anyways???
29Baby Come Back!/ 20 cents of nonsense
31Picnic in Erie

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Code Purple
August 24, 2008


Long, long day. I worked a few hours this morning. DRama there. I wasn't even suppose to work today, but I went in coz i was asked. Well the drama queen who's in charge in this weekend was running her mouth about me, because, i had been in the outbuilding cleaning, and when I'm in this one building i lock the one door and prop garbage against it so I can hear if someone is coming in. Well, i was taking a break, and when i got up and started again that door was OPENED and that scared the shit out of me because I didn't hear anyone come or go. So i call this drama bitch and I guess her and the rest of the girls where eating breakfast in the breakroom eating, she flipped out, bitching about me, saying that i was a big fucking baby, and that i shouldn't be afraid over there, and THAT i shouldn't be on the radio and that I had no business even being at the hospital when i work over there. In the meantime one of my friends there called maintence and he came over and checked it and said it was probably just someone in from the hospital that works there during the week. Ok, fine. So, he and I BS'ed for a while and he left. I went and finished my shit up, and got back over to the hospital and went upstairs to where my friend was working and she proceeded to tell me what drama bitch said. Ohhh boy i was pissed. I told her there was gonna be a code purple up in this hospital if i confronted her (Code Purple means workplace volience lol) So i tell her to go down the end of the hallway and call me on the radio. So she says "Hey Lori, you coming over for lunch" I say really FUCKING snotty "Nope, I'm not suppose to be in the hospital, and I'm not even allowed to be on the radio according to some people" She then says "Aww come on" I say "Nope, DONT call me again on this radio, and don't worry im going to write something in the communication book about this too" ... OMFG... the next thing i hear is drama bitch say "This call is for Lori" I shut the radio off and met my friend and we were laughing so fucking hard i almost pissed my pants. Take THAT bitch.

I guess drama bitch ran into my step mom, and my step mom said that you could tell she was freaked out, mumbling some shit about trying to find me and "XXXXXX" (my friends last name) coz she just KNEW XXXXXXX told me. LMAO!!! We hid in the office till lunch time, and then i left at noon. My friend called me around 4, left a voice mail saying she pulled more drama before she left. I haven't called her back to find out what it was. I'm tell ya, i was so pissed i could of beat her ass for her. But i didnt, and I didn't confront her either, i just went around it by saying what i said on the radio. She knew she was busted the moment i said it. I'm sure when i work thursday ill run into her and it will be on.

We did go see Sophie today. The place where she is is a dump. Its just a house a little bigger then ours turned into a place for girls. Its out in the middle of nowhere. The road its one is dirt and rock, thats it.

We got there a little before 2 and stayed till 5. Dave and I got lunch for us all, and we just hung out. We have to go back up wedneday for a meeting.

Her and Dee in the tree there


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