DREAM CHECK FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2011 (VIDEO)

Hello Fellow Dreamers! How was your week?

Mine was great. I'm three days away from residence in a place where I will be able to fend for myself! Check out my video for my goals and PLEASE COMMENT! How are you doing? Any new and exciting things on the horizon? Share with us! We are headed to the place where dreams are made! GET ON THE BUS!

VIPERIZE ME SUMMARY AND CHAPTER LIST - UPDATED 10/10/11

What would you do if you lost everything you own in the world and every single person in it at the same time?

What if you found out the person closest to you betrayed you in a way that cannot be forgiven?·

IN YOUR DREAMS, SHERLOCK!

Would you believe SHERLOCK tried to hit this again?  
 
Yup. He's that same dude who stole my affection, heart, faith, and vitality with a bunch of lies because he wants what he wants when he wants it.  I used to think I fell for hard for him, now I realize I fell for the illusion he made up to get me.

I'M YOUR COUNSELOR, BUT I AM ALSO HUMAN

Go-Go Rach 18, during that one time when I was sexually assaulted by my rehab counselor.

QUESTION:  What do you get when a substance abuse counselor, sober through THE CULT, is placed in front of a gorgeous, vulnerable, barely eighteen year old girl who has been shoved into treatment for the second time by her emotional terrorist mother?

MR GUEST PERSON, YOU CAN SUCK IT!

Or have the courage to state our name.

This sick, twisted pervert actually stole a very nice lady's identity, then manipulated the Disqus system, when I blocked the address  to post his filth. The poor woman he victimized with identity theft must close her email account because she cannot deal with anymore emails from this lunatic's victims across the web!

I feel sorry for whatever happened to him. I can only imagine he was sexually abused, which is such a tragedy. I have an idea who it is and will put his picture right here, when I am certain. JD/Modotuna YOU ARE ILL. Get some freaking help, will ya? The police will find you, eventually. You cannot hide forever. Nobody can.

 
BEHOLD, "MR. GUEST PERSON" has made an appearance on my blog!  His words are in italics.  My responses are in RED, as always.

CRAP IS GETTING THICK

So, I got myself caught up in something rather entertaining today.  I was taking a break from writing my latest masterpiece:  ERIN, YOU'RE KILLING ME!, about last night's INTERVENTION.  I admit it, I engaged in this debate, so I did not finish up my post, but I promise I will publish it this week.

Go-Go Rach Lost a FRIEND today...(VIDEO)

PATHS CHANGE
PEOPLE WAIN
BE THEY REIGN
DOWN MEMORY LANE
LEAVE ME SLAIN
DOWN THE DRAIN
IN THE RAIN
WITH THE PAIN
I ABSTAIN
FROM THE LAME
WHO'S TO BLAME
SHALL REMAIN


*I need to clarify something I forgot to mention in the video:  my friend and I did have a lengthy email conversation about what happened.  Because of how much I loved this woman, I wrote to her immediately when I noticed she was missing from my list.

XXX
GGR

INTERVENTION, YA LOST ME AT REHAB

In the years I died a slow death in Alcoholics Anonymous (THE CULT), I went to more treatment centers than I can number.  Typically, I would go to the Emergency Room where I was referred to whatever place had an open bed.

Sometimes, I'd find myself too caught up in POWERLESSNESS to deal,  so I'd ask friends, boyfriends, girlfriends and my mother to go to bat for me.  Misinformed for YEARS, we were told I must get treatment immediately for surely I'd end up in jail or dead in a ditch some where.

Desperate in our ignorance, I checked into the nuthouse over and over. 

Buh-Bi Roommate FROM HELL!

As beautiful as the Bay Area of California is, I had to get out.  The married dude had really done a number on me. The heart break was simply more than I could bear.  Beh... still makes me misty...FUCK IT.  AND FUCK HIM FOR BEING SO GOD DAMNED WEAK.

*Ouch.*  Heart pain is the worst, huh?  DAMN STRAIGHT.

SAVE IT FOR A CHICK WHO WANTS TO HEAR YA TALK

It doesn't take a genius to figure out there are a few things that piss me off.  One look at my blog will tell you.  I see red and I spew it with abandon.  I love to talk about the things that annoy me, writing about them is even better.  I call people out, anonymously (but you know exactly who you are, you piece of slime under my feet!).  I tell it how I see it:  FUCKED UP.  Someone's gotta do it.  Why NOT me?

Are You There God? It's Me, Rachel G

"The great fact is this, and nothing less: that we have had deep and effective spiritual experiences* which have revolutionized our whole attitude toward life, toward our fellows and towards God's universe.  The central fact of our lives today is the absolute certainty that our Creator has entered and lives in a way which is indeed miraculous.  He has commenced to accomplish those things for us, which we could never do by ourselves."  AA Big Book. Forth Edition, There is a Solution, pp. 9

Social Experiment: How I Utilized Facebook To Decipher And Collectively PURGE The Weak Suck Pukes From My Life

"Like a butcher cutting the fat off a hunk of meat, I am cutting fake people out of my life one at a time.  The sooner, the better is what I say." Go-Go Rach

Someone PLEASE Put A Warning Label On That BITCH

The last time I got sober was in Ocean Beach, California (OB), a small town on the coast in San Diego, CA.  I had been through hell and was totally nuts when I walked into the clubhouse there.

A lot of the men who go to A.A. in general are total pigs who love to prey on new comers (13 stepping SCUMBAGS), and the OB Clubhouse is no different.