Book Description

“Old hippies don’t die, they just lie low until the laughter stops
and their time comes around again.”

“Once in a while you get shown the light
in the strangest of places
if you look at it right.”

“Faith is believing in things when
common sense tells you not to.”

“Argue for your limitations
and you get to keep them.”

Make sure to scroll down all the way…there are many strange things to behold.

Welcome to my diary. I’m Sugar, a slightly jaded and cynical heterosexually challenged hippie from Chicago.

I used to believe in falling in love and fairy tale endings, but I don’t anymore. Once bitten, twice shy, I guess.

I am not your average 54-year-old.

I most definitely march to the beat of a different drummer…a fact that I announced to my Mother when I was the tender age of 10.

I have no gray area…with me, it’s either black or white. And I have no filter, so you never know what you will stumble across in my entries…just sayin’.

My Mom is my best friend and my hero.

I’m a Scorpio (yes, we rock) and a little left of center.

I’m Anti-NRA (guns are dangerous in the hands of mass amounts of idiots,) Anti-Republican (the rich get richer, the poor get fucked,) and Anti-Tom Cruise (grandiose bastard that he is.)

I live in a small apartment that is decorated in what I like to refer to as “Early American Garage Sale.”
I share my living space with my feline fur daughter, Sally. She is gorgeous, and she knows it.

I’m a recovering drunk/druggie,
recovering compulsive overeater/bulimic,
recovering self-injurer,
bi-polar and a little ADD and OCD…
I won the disorder lottery!! LOL

I have my ups and my downs just like everyone else.
And like all of you, I have my demons to face.
This diary is to help me do just that.

This is an account of my journey ~ including all the love, light, joy, laughter, pain and tears along the way. Come travel with me. I can’t guarantee you a trip that’s happy all the time, but I can guarantee that what you will read is honest. If you can’t deal with that, then read no further.

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Now this is the Law of the Jungle – as old and as true as the sky;

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back –

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

~Rudyard Kipling, from
“The Jungle Book”

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Ladies, are you tired of your boyfriends and husbands? I have the solution for you!

I call it “The Nebraska Plan.” We take every male over the age of 14 and send them to a state that nobody uses…like Nebraska. Every female over 14 is issued a Nebraska check-out card. We check out the males when we need them…ya know, for things like breeding, heavy lifting, opening jars.

When we get tired of them, we return them.

The beauty of this plan is that there are never any overdue fines…no one wants to keep them for more than two weeks.

Let me know if you would like a Nebraska Card. :o)