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2 June 2005 Yesterday, I awoke in a sour state, I don't know if it's psychosomatic because it marked thirty-four years of Dickbreathe's evil existence on a human plane but whatever it was, I was a cranky bitch. Stacey has been staying here with the baby for the past couple of days –he's been my 7AM wake-up service (he was the one to release me from my foul mood) -and it's been a pleasure having them visit. Stac and I have been getting on splendidly. I think we may have evolved from quarrels, petty disagreements sometimes vicious fights and I am more then happy to exit from that shit. Ya-ya and Papou love to see Darien, even if he is a

18 May 2005 Dickbreathe's parole hearing is approaching, 20 September, and, truth be told, I'm extremely frightened. I've appeared before the parole board four times already, prepared with a brutally honest statement on what my life has become. Perhaps that's what is needed; a fuckin' kick in the face saying "This is what that monstrous FUCK took from me –why should anyone show mercy?" !AngelinaJolie (https://www.deviantart.com/angelinajolie)

3 April 2005 Greetings!   Well, I've managed to incapacitate myself further, if that's possible, by breaking my ankle in two places, the bones that protrude from the ankle. I don't know the clinical term. And adding fuel to the fire, I have a nasty cold and, on top of that, my evil twins monthly visit. I am just a ray of fuckin sunshine. But I am grateful that it was only my foot and I didn't land on anything else; head, back. I KNOW some of you are thinking this was a result of my smoking pot, IT WAS NOT.   Allow me to explain. Monday, 28 March we had that torrential rainfall on the Island. I was hanging with Suzi and yes, we smoked a b