First of all, read this.

Read them all, just hold on for the ride.

I’m in a good mood and I’ve got my shit together.  I’m taking a big chance writing this post.  This is not a “Woe is me” post.  I seriously don’t plan what I’ll write, I make random notes throughout the week but I don’t know where it’s going until I sit down and start typing.  I checked my comments this morning and one of them asked me about when I first learned about being bipolar.  I thought now would be the best time to write about it since I’m not cycling.  I can be rational right now.  That’s a special treat.

Problem is, I never know what’ll trigger me and this note right here is an afterthought.  Writing this switched me low but it’s not anything I can’t handle.  I’m going sledding and I have my radio show tonight.  I’m never sad when I have my show.  It’s hilarious and who doesn’t like sledding? (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

I look more constipated there than unimpressed up there because I always smile for the camera.  Fuckin’ a dude.  I hate being bipolar.  I’m trying to make all the most positive changes to my life that I can to try to fix my shit and it seems like all I do is make myself more miserable.

I’m pissed because I gained weight.  Before my operation I was under the impression I wouldn’t be eating so I went balls-out hitting the drive thru after my karaoke jaunts on Friday nights.  Well, the operation was easy.  Too easy.  I ate gallons of ice cream though.  I didn’t gain a lot.  I’m still wearing skinny jeans but I want to be a 4/6 not a 6/8 and I don’t care if I’m pissing you off, it’s pissing me off.  On the upside, I’m finally able to work out again and while it is absolutely kicking my ass it does cheer me up. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

That has nothing to do with me being a bitch, this is just me looking hot.  You seriously can’t tell that’s fake hair.  It was taken sometime this month, I can’t remember when.  I’m a bitch today.

Commence bitching – (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

I know I’m funny.  I know I’m smart.  I know I’m here to entertain but I also know that writing is my therapy and you’ve seen some shit I’ve gone through.  Maybe you’re new and haven’t.  I have a “depression” section in my categories.  I need to fix the category drop down list, mental note to self. I’ll probably forget, since I don’t really read me.

So it’s fucked up.  Being bipolar sucks.  I know I’ve said it before but Manic-depression is way cooler that bipolar.  I mean at least I can sing Jimi.  I get the concept since I’m cycling from one end of the earth to another but it just sounds so stupid.

I should start a Facebook page to bring back the term “Manic-Depression”.  Facebook has taken over the world. Saying “Bipolar” makes me think of bi-curious polar bears getting it on. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

I have no idea why I thought of this but this is by far one of my favorite commercials ever.  I find it fucking hilarious.  I mean, it’s the absolute cheesiest commercial ever and I know I have a vast readership (I’ve always wanted to say that) from around the world of various ages so you might have missed out on this precious gem.  It was huge in the 80′s and made fun of constantly by kids everywhere.

I’m pretty sure it explains a lot about me.

So yeah.  Everyone’s been all like “What the fuck’s with your constant random?” and I’ve been like “Why the fuck not?”.  I spent so much time just telling stories and I have a zillion more to tell but for a while there I decided to kind of have a moderate point to some of my posts.  For the time being,  I’m allowing my mind to wander around because my mind likes to take walks through the forrest in my head and I’m unwinding through writing. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)