I'VE FOUND MY VOICE

So, yeah. I've taken an ass-kicking like no other I've experienced. One thing is certain, I've changed. As I sit here, typing, I am a ball of mush, ready and willing to do just about whatever I have to do, in order to be the person I've always wanted to be.

NO. I will never go back to Alcoholics Anonymous. No. I will never get sober. I am not POWERLESS. I've proved it to myself and others over and over. My book, "VIPERIZE ME," will prove it to you.

I'M STOKED IF THERE'S MEAT FOR DINNER!

OMFG! I miss STEAK!

HOLY CRAP! The past five months have been one hell of a ride, huh?

My life has been a CLUSTER FUCK!

*GEEZ!*

A WARM FAREWELL FROM GO-GO RACH - ALMOST THE FINAL RANT (WITH LOVE)

Great Job, Cuntessa! 

Dear Friends, Enemies and Folks Who Found Me By Mistake,

It is with great regret, that I have decided to stop posting on this blog.  I have no idea if this is a permanent decision.  I may start posting again in the future. I may not. I may start another blog someday.  I may not. 

BROKEN BAND AID or TRUE RECOVERY?

I Believe We Can Do Much Better.  What Do YOU THINK?

Folks, take a look around you.  The predominant ideology is to blame the addict, who we call sick, incapable, immoral, based on behavior that stems from a habit.  Instead of helping them figure out WHY they have this habit, we slap a label on them.

I'LL TELL YA WHO'S A SLUT!

SLUT.

What do you think about when you hear that word?

The image I cannot dispel is of CUNTESSA'S contorted face, calling me a SLUT, after she read SAVE IT FOR A CHICK WHO WANTS TO HEAR YA TALK.  She insists it's SLUTTY to have NO STRINGS ATTACHED (NSA) SEX.  At this stage of my life, I think it's SLUTTY not to.

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.

MY FIRST YEAR FREE FROM THE CULT

I'm So Happy!

Well.  Well.  I celebrated one full year out of THE CULT, with GLEE, on Thursday, April 28.  Just as I suspected might happen, I HAVE NOT:


Been to jail.

Or an institution.

Or, obviously, DIED???

TOUGH LOVE KILLS

Princess Go-Go Rach

Picture this:  to your absolute HORROR, you discover that your beloved teenager has *gasp* been using drugs or alcohol, or BOTH behind your back. 

WHAT ABOUT MY DAD?

Go-Go Rach, Age 5, First Day At School

Dear Dad,
 
I just want to let you know that I removed every single post that says anything negative about you from my blog.  I am so sorry for all of the bad stuff I ever said, thought and wrote about you in the past.  I was just really, really so stupid.  

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.

I GET MY CAKE AND I EAT IT

THE CULT CAN EAT MY BUSH!

So, yeah.  I am NOT SOBER.  One of the reasons I FAILED in THE CULT is because I NEVER WANTED TO BE SOBER.  SOBRIETY IS BORING TO ME.  I just wanted the fucking jackpots to STOP.  The only way that was gonna happen for me was to get REAL.

*TRUE FRIENDS *

So, I made it into Alameda late last night.  It was an uneventful journey, aside from the alarming price of gas.  Nearly four dollars a gallon in some areas!  It's a lot, but I am okay with paying a little more because I'm happy for the Middle East that they, too, are stealing their independence back.  Go YOUS!  Everyone needs and deserves it.  I know I DO!

MY MOM IS AN EMOTIONAL TERRRORIST

My mother sent me an email today telling me that she will put gas in my car to check myself into the hospital, after I called her a CUNT to her face because I finally get that she has held me hostage to her EMOTIONAL TERRORISM my entire life.

The only good thing about being a jobless, homeless, penniless ORPHAN is that I no longer have to filter anything.  This will be first of several posts about the woman who created Go-Go Rach.

WHY SO SNARKY?

So yeah, a lot of my posts are full of SNARK, which stems from my anger over the institution I've come to call THE CULT. My site was created as a place for me to write about the fucked up shit that happened to me in Alcoholics Anonymous.

LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO BE FAT

My Body Is A Bugatti Veyron

The reason most people fail instead of succeed is because they trade what they want most, for what they want in the moment.  Anonymous

THEY KNOW...

HIYA PEEPS!

Howsit?  I feel like I've been away forever; it's only been a few days.  I love yous and my blog.  I miss hanging out with you guys all the time.  SO MUCH.  I'm gonna try to make a video tomorrow or the next day.  I dyed my hair a funky color by mistake.  It's fixed.  So, fingas crossed, the light is good...

WHO IS LAUGHING NOW?

When it means everything to you, you'll make the commitment to do whatever it takes. And with that total commitment, you'll get it done. Ralph Marston

 

Last time I moved to Vegas, it took eight months for me to find a job.  I was still wrapped up in the powerless mindset of THE CULT and I had started drinking heavily again.  Oh man, I was such a mess!  I spent every day hating myself for being a useless piece of crap, druggie, who would never get THE PROGRAM.  Of course, I blamed Vegas, but that was before I learned that I was brainwashed by a bunch of lies.

I DO WAY MORE THAN BITCH

I've been getting some flack about my tone (FURIOUS) and encouraged to offer some type of solution since I've proven TWELVE STEP DOGMA SUCKS ASS.

Sorry to disappoint ya, but I am not going to stop writing stories about the dickheads I've met in the halls of THE CULT.  There are just too many tales left to tell.  I have TWENTY ONE YEARS full of encounters to write about.

I've barely scratched the surface.  If you're hoping I will morph into the weak suck puke I once was, FUGHETABOUTIT.  Ain't gonna happen!

Besides, I don't think my blog would be this popular, if I was Suzy NICE PANTS. Do you?  Regardless, I'll meet ya half-way with my idea of a solution.  Fair enough?

AA IS A BROKEN BAND AID

Houston, we have a problem!  Society is messed up.  I call myself a GEN-X Chick because I am exactly that.  I grew up in the 70's, post Vietnam, post all of the social movements of the sixties, including Civil Rights, The SECOND WAVE Feminism (there have been three waves so far, I plan to CAUSE THE FOURTH), Anti War, and Free Speech.

What do you think about how I turned out?

Pretty fucked up, huh?

SHOVE YOUR "SHOULD" UP YOUR ASS

The last conversation I had with my SPERM DONOR was in October of 2009.  As I detail in my post:  DEAR DADDY, he told me that I should have my shit together by now, since I am so brilliant and I earned my B.A. from Emerson College. Yes.  I should,  but I do not, since I have never had the tools necessary in order to make "having my shit together" a reality.

For example, I grew up without a father, family, or the roots so necessary to plant the tree that "should" be the basis for my success.