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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.
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

DOUCHE BAG, CUNT & A TINY COWARD UPDATED

Friday was the day I was supposed to leave North Carolina for good, but then I got a phone call from the Haywood County Sheriff's department because I have a WARRANT FOR MY ARREST for "cyber stalking."

I actually have to stay here to deal with this bullshit.


The county I have to turn myself into is FIFTY miles away from Asheville, which is a huge problem for a person without a car. I'm working on a ride out there to deal with more FOOLISHNESS.

This is ridiculous on so many levels...especially the fact that in NC, one hand on the bible, with a swear you've been "victimized" is all it takes to instigate a warrant. Who the hell has time for this crap? Oh, yeah...any broke bitch who LIES!

I MAY have to wait for a court date...

*REALLY?*

As you may have noticed, I have been OFF LINE since the last time the police where LIED to about me.

My laptop is BROKEN.

I get on-line maybe twice a week, if I am lucky.

And, I am not "cyber stalking" anyone.

Especially not the DOUCHE BAG who lied to the police TWO TIMES about me.

By the way, douche bag is more than appropriate.  The words are separated because she is not even worth the container referenced.

I make up lots of words.

I have it like that.

CUNT is almost too nice for the likes of a person who is so *JEALOUS* of me that she would use the police to try to hurt me SOME MORE.

As you saw in my last post, I was featured in the Citizen-Times newspaper within a WEEK of moving to Asheville because I actually CONTRIBUTE to the community...

It's GOTTA SUCK TO BE HER.

I am a WRITER.

It's what I do.

I tweeted the facts, mixed in with a few choice names. I also wrote a post about my experience in CANTON. I finish the story in my book, VIPERIZE ME, due for release as soon as I am settled.

Yes, I had a melt-down the night she called the police with a FALSE claim that I was "squatting," after she accepted rent from me.

She lied, then put my Tolstoy and I out on the streets of a town in the middle of the mountains, with no place to go or any means to get anywhere.

I was furious.

You would be too.

Within the next two days, I deleted those tweets because I realized I looked like a psycho.

Douche bag used the now non existent tweets for evidence.

Um?

This is not "cyber stalking" or against the law IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.

For the cluess, I will break it down:

CYBERSTAKING: repeated, unwanted contact to be made CLEAR prior to accusation - (NOT DONE IN THIS INSTANCE, particularly since I haven't contacted the wench since she last manipulated the police). 2. Repeatedly visting the accuser's social media sites (see above) or text messages and/or calling (again, NEVER HAPPENED ONE TIME).

This charge was created in an effort to protect TEEN AGERS from bullies.

Last I checked, douche bag just turned 39 years old.

GAG ME. 

Grow the fuck UP.

By the way, I wouldn't read her repetitive school girl crap if SHE THREW IT AT ME.

She wants me to stop writing and get out of the town she WISHES she could afford to live in.

Not gonna happen.

Not for any reason, let alone the fact that it's something one phony bitch wants me TO DO.

Speaking of CYBER STALKING.

Just before douche bag through a hissy fit if the most disgraceful kind for the second time, she wrote a pretentious post in her defense of my opionion of her. Although I do have plenty to do, I listened as a friend and I laughed our asses off about the silliness of it all.

I had tears in my eyes, as one of the most brilliant writers I've met read the shallow piece to me over the phone. Per usual, douche bag's words were nothing more than another one of her "wish I was cool" pieces Blah blah blah...

It was written in her typical, lazy, lowercases and redundant stories, with a few weak jabs in between her state of NOTHINGNESS.

The most interesting thing to me is how she adored my writing and I, until my dad refused to pay her over-due mortgage payments.

Now I have a "blog?"

More than thirty five thousand AUTHENTIC hits in less than a year is pretty amazing, if I do say so myself.

My site traffic comes from people who are actually searching for ME, help with extrication from Alcoholics Anonymous or from other reputable sites around the web where I am linked, including Intervention's A & E.

Praise the universe, my name is never mistaken for a porn star's or some silly DOLL..

As far as "helping someone who is not willing to help themselves."

It's hard to help yourself after someone else has helped themselves to the last dollars you have for an uninhabitable shit hole in the middle of nowhere.

You may remember that I had eight interviews I was forced to cancel because I had NO WAY TO GET THERE.

***

My mother and the final viper have several things in common.

They both lie, steal and cheat their way through life.

They both need good lighting, make-up and fancy hats to look "pretty."

Both live in a fantasy world based on the Internet and stories.

Both USE people, places and things to get by in life.

They both used me.

I will never need any of these things to feel good about who I am.

I know I am special and wonderful.

They are just two more bitches in a SEA OF VIPERS.

Pretentious, empty douche bags.

One prides herself on celebrity sightings, open mics and ice cream cafe shows.

The other loves stuff more than anything in the world.

How pathetic.

My friend list on Facebook has several famous people whom I've worked with and personally know, but it's only visible to me.

I've been back stage more times than I can recall, but I typically keep the stories to myself, since I don't need to drop names to prove my worth.

Name-dropping is WEAK.

Actually, it's quite SAD.

It's true, nobody plucked me out of loser-ville to encourage me to go to school.

My mother kept me under wraps most of my life.

When I put myself through Emerson College, I pulled myself out, with loads of encouragement from the "hardest professor" at my college.

He is now the Dean of the Film Department and would love to help me with anything he can.

The only reason I'd bother him is for a reference to grad school, when and IF I decide to do so...

Just like most of the professors who teach at one of the most respected PRIVATE universities in the country, he is also a well known published author and filmmaker.

You can look him up.

I'll take he and my fans opinions of me, with grace. 

Thank you.

Finally, I'll NEVER *GET* the pathetic act of calling the police on a person without true cause.

That's just LAME.

My mom is LAME.

The final viper is LAME.

Two COWARDS who manipulated the police to annihilate my life.

*FOR THE MOMENT.*

This nightmare will end.

In the meantime, I am writing the outline for my fifth book.

YEP.

I said FIFTH.

THE ADVENTURES OF GO-GO RACH AND TOLSTOY.

When this is over, I have a traditional publisher who looks forward to getting their hands on my books.

One more thing.

Every single one these books will be on printed on paper I've earned through the merit of my writing, not stolen by my "husband" from our work place in the middle of HIS shift.

Of course, I'd never treat my husband like that...

or my job, no matter how menial I think they are.

'Till Next Time.

  





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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.