"Can you please flip off as few people as possible in this parking lot?"

Since I started pulling espresso shots at asshole o'clock in the morning and don't indulge in night sniffs of the ole talk chalk anymore, I'm going to bed at 9 at night and up at 6, ready and raring for... whatever, every day.

23 year old me would be floored to see what 37 year old me considers wild. Or maybe she wouldn't give a flying fuck into a rolling donut, considering the bloviating of a 37 year old wouldn't mesh well with the drink-fight-fuck-repeat routine I kept in those days.
What can unmedicated bipolar disorder do for YOU?

Anyways.