Because I’m just not funny any longer.
Maybe I need a good old bi-polar high (yes, family, I’m bi-polar – deal with it.) to get me rolling again.
Bi-Polar: Not good for some, Fucking Fantastic for me.
I get all kinds of productive shit done when I’m on a high.
Like, for instance, blogging. And all those shitty Facebook games. And shopping at fucking 3 o’clock in the morning.
You know, the important things, one generally cannot live without.
Bitches, I read some of my old posts. And I’m like, who the fuck is this girl and what the fuck is she on. Not a question. A statement.
What’s even better is that I don’t remember writing half that shit.
At least I get a good laugh too.