“You do know you are Bipolar, right?”
Apparently this day and age to be diagnosed as Bipolar at the age of 32 isn’t an okay thing, then again I hadn’t been to THIS detox ward yet. I went in there because I could no longer manage my alcohol abuse and ended up with knowledge of psychosis, delirium, aggression and worst yet…I am just like my mother. Whole other issue that I’ve explained only a tad in this blog, it’s an issue that plagues me too much to even write about. Mainly this blog is about my trials, tribulations, happiness, heartships, lows and highs of my Bipolarized, alcoholic life.
And now, enough of that crap…how about a bit about Bats???
I’m a middle-aged *cough *cough woman. I enjoy hammocks, books, COFFEE, furry animals, and anything green. Well almost anything green; I’ve recently discovered that boiled okra reminds me of snot so no I don’t enjoy okra. I love post-it notes to the point of having them all over my house with topics to write about on them, some topics get written about while others just collect dust on the post-it note but hey it gets the ideas out of my brain and that’s the point of it, so there.
I do not enjoy anything slimy, or with no feet; really creeps me out.
I also do not enjoy my neighbors much or the United States government; which means I write about those things. If politics disturbs you, skip over that portion of this blog, if snakes and back-stabbers disturb you, you’ll love this blog.
I originated in the capital of the USA and since have lived all over the east coast. Enjoyed the snobbish part Maryland the most, while the Southeast I’m having issues fitting in and so is my dog btw. It’s too damn hot for her. She’s a sheltie and well wearing a fur coat and being in a hundred degree weather is not a great idea. But I love her, almost as much as coffee, The Philadelphia Eagles and Hardcore Pawn.
It’s funny to read this. I’m such a nerd. HAHA. I wrote this so long ago. I still do not enjoy my neighbors. My dog lived to be 20. I of course love coffee and the Eagles. I hate politics and would rather the ‘snobbish’ part of Maryland than this shit. Give me The Walking Dead and Supernatural, I’m doing okay. Please include coffee with those. I don’t do post-it notes anymore. Okra is still not a thing. And I am still a ‘middle aged’ bipolar alcoholic woman.