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THE DIARY OF A CHICK WHO WALKED AWAY FROM ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS (THE CULT)

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Go-Go Rach  once was a girl whose world was controlled by the idea that she was POWERLESS. After a chain of events, she realized she'd been lied to. Now she does whatever she wants, whenever she wants, with whomever she chooses to do it with.

Her blog chronicles the horrors she experienced in the halls of Alcoholics Anonymous (THE CULT) and the wonderful things she does now that she's escaped. *IF SHE BIT HER TONGUE ANY LONGER, IT WOULD BLEED!*

Her life is pretty GREAT.
#gogorach
#livelikeumeanit
#thatswhatsup


Sunday, May 15, 2011

HOW STUPID COULD I BE?

Enjoy another laugh at my expense.
My life is totally fucked.  As bad as it could get.  Now I am stuck in the middle of Las Vegas, without a way to get to the store to buy water, food, or anything else I need because I am STUPID.

The kindness of a stranger, MY ASS.  Dominick's invitation for me to come to Vegas to get back on my feet had NOTHING to do with me.  It was all about his fantasy that Go-Go Rach may be the woman he was so desperate for to complete his "life."  When he *got it* would NEVER HAPPEN, he turned into a bitch on wheels who couldn't stop yelling at me, so I had to bounce.

Of course, this was after I picked up Tolstoy and more stuff from CUNTESSA'S house, with the expectation that SOMEONE would actually be able and willing to come through on their word to me.  No strings attached, was lost on Dominick, as it always is when someone like me is in a vulnerable, desperate situation.

Vipers ARE EVERYWHERE!

You could say "I got lucky"  because I met two great people through Dominick, who offered a summer sublet of their roommate's room, since he is out of town.  My roommates are *AWESOME.*  I have a place to crash, as long as I can pay the rent, which continues to go up, as my income dwindles.

So, I'm stuck in a place I hate, with no friends, very little money, no transportation and no way to leave the house, EVER.

On top of all of this fabulousness, my knee is FUCKED UP.  It hurts so much that I've got to keep it elevated all the time.  So, I am disabled in every possible way there is.

Thoughts of suicide are more difficult to manage, when you cannot move.

These are the consequence of another stupid decision on my part to trust a person I don't know, since the people I DO KNOW have turned their backs on me.

When will I wake the fuck up?

I am ALONE in the world with nobody to help or take care of me.

AND.  I have proven over and over that I cannot take care of myself.

The next loss on my list will be my beloved Tolstoy, when the shelter becomes my only option again.  No shelter in the country will take me in with a dog.  He is the only *TRUE* love I've ever known.  I WILL DIE FIRST.

I should have stayed in the shelter in Oakland, when Tolstoy was with my Mom and I had a manageable amount of stuff to carry.  This is the only place for the UNWANTED who have NO ONE.  I might be settled into my own place by now.

Instead, I'm trapped like an ANIMAL.

My mom wants me DEAD and continues to do ALL SHE CAN to hurt me, so no, she won't take my dog.

I trusted a STRANGER.

Now I am FUCKED.

How stupid could I be? 

If there is a next time,
  

DeConstrucor's Comment In Response to LETTER TO MY "FRIENDS" IN AA (page above)

"Brav fucking O.....Standing O fucking Vation. Or perhaps the Charlie Daniels quote from the Geico commercial of "thats how you do it son"

That was incredible.

Reminded me a little of "the letter" at the end of the Breakfast Club (perhaps the greatest movie ever)

Keep it up, dont be afraid to kick them in the teeth once in a while.

Always remember that its the misfits, the rebels, and the troublemakers that are the ones that change the world."

He post the following video at the end of his comment.

Thank you, my friend.
I am both Flattered and HONORED.
*STINKIN THINKAS UNITE!*


*This Video is here to support Decon's Words, not OBAMA (or any politician for that matter, since I've never been allowed to vote) Sincerely, Go-Go Rach.