Yeah so every week I really look forward to Tuesdays (Stacy took over, we miss Keely but love Stacy so I suppose we all win, don’t we?)  because I can just let my mind wander (so basically it does what it does best) and I can spew nonsense in no order on my page but lately I’ve been struggling thinking of things to talk about.  I keep a section in my phone dedicated to thoughts and posts because I’ll tell someone a story and realize I haven’t told all of you so I write it down in order to remember it but most of the time when my mind comes up with something witty I just Tweet or Facebook it.

It’s worth it though.

Hi Kyooty!  See?  It’s cool, right?

I’m seriously getting fed up with Norm Macdonald.  I mean really.  I wrote my big ass ode duh Norm thinking he’d see it on Twitter, give it a gander and take me up on my offer but not only has be COMPLETELY ignored me, he ignores EVERYONE.  All he does is blast out incoherent tweets and he never @ replies back.  He went through a re-tweeting phase for about a day but got yelled at so now he’s back to talking about hobo’s on buses.

At least talk about dead hookers Norm.  Come on.

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It may be a holiday, but I try to put something up every weekday unless I really dig what I wrote on a Thursday and feel it can sail through the weekend.  Friday I was deep in a Polar low so I posted some Buffy which always makes everything better.

I’m not sure what’s going to happen this week.  I’m thinking I might be able to ride this out okay since it’s the most solid week of my month health-wise.  See, I have bipolar meds I take twice daily.  I have two big thingies that are labeled Monday – Friday and in each they have my morning meds (bipolar, vitamins and my birth control pill that I’ll need to take forever because I have no ovaries so produce no estrogen and the irony makes me want to shiv a prisoner) and my evening meds which are just my crazy pills with my allergy pill.

I have to take them both or my bloodstream just gets all sorts of fucked up and I go into some kind of spin.  It could be that I’ll just have one bout of mania (but I typically go manic at least daily – people USUALLY like manic unless it involves rage) then I’ll hit a low where I cry and then there’s the quarterly occasion where I have to call out for a “Julie watch” because I can feel a super low coming and I need to be constantly monitored lest I self-destruct and bring everything down with me.

But so far it’s been an okay ride.  Granted I have until Saturday until I’m sure I’m in the clear and I don’t get fresh blood until the 14th so I may tornado again in a few weeks but I’m at my physical peak so you may just read some totally fucked up shit this week.

OH!  GOOD NEWS!

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I was all weird yesterday and couldn’t figure out why. Yep. Forgot my round Wednesday night. I’m in an emotional coma today so I posted this crappy quality video from the greatest show ever to pretty much explain my day. Expect both the bi and the polar to ensue for the next seven to ten days. Anything I say or do can not be held against me (unless I actually hold something against me).

I’m not writing this to be a dick.  I’m not writing this to the brands I already work with.  I’m writing this to all you blog skimmers who simply graze one post you probably found on a keyword Google search and think you can slide your hands down my bloggy pants by simply addressing “Momspective” and referencing how “hilarious” and “informative” that blog post was.

Would I like to give away bottled water on my site?

No.

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