Some Newness
- Stephany has started a series.
This is a series that I started when I began writing my blog. It chronicles names, abstracts, studies and drugs that define the Childhood Bipolar epidemic. At an increase of 4000% this diagnosis is one of the most controversial ones out there.
It’s definitely going to be worth the read. So read it.
- In the sidebar:
Stan, who just rocks the effin house with his wit and wisdom
Mood Swinging, a newer blog, while reading I found myself thinking, yes….I feel like that too sometimes.
and our newest commenter,(who is quite creative and I’ll bet can snark as well as the rest of us), BPChick 2 the Rescue, to name a few.
- Not so new in the sidebar: the Mind Food section, which is mostly Libertarian leaning stuff I read.
Also, I’m going to add our “forgotten about” Twitter feed over there somewhere; and last but not least, our friend Keywork begins a very cool road trip today. Hoping for updates on either his blog or his Twitter.
Speaking of Twitter, the Feline (who is MIA), and I joined a bit over two years ago and had no idea WTF to do with it. So my personal one is treated as a better version of RSS feed, tv commentary, pix sharing and drinking game-depending on what I’m doing; so I’m not sure what the BPChick one will end up being. (If you want my personal one, email me here or something)
hey you, thanks for the link, though i’m jealous because i am not known as rocking the effin house wit wit. lol
Dearest Bipolar Chicks:
Thanks for the plug D; now I have to live up to my dubious reputation of harmonious repartee’ and sarcasm.
Let’s face reality; all those Drug Pimps at NAMI and a like are not going to tell the truth. So its up to lowly mental midgets like myself and others to do the dirty work for humanity. {should have got a job cleaning out septic tanks, it would have been less smelly and thankless}
Of course I have to keep my keen sense of demented and twisted humor alive through the forbearing process.
Hope all is well with everyone in BPChicks land. I’ll try to catch you all at the next Underwater Basket Weaving Convention coming to a WWF spectacular event near you this summer.
I do have a little scuttlebutt that TPB will be teaching a few classes at the next event. I’m holding my breath with wild and unbridled enthusiasm to be quite honest.
Your fan, friend, and follower;
Stan
I thought you and Keywork would be in the slammer by now for drunk Twittering. I’ve been waiting for a call for bail money.
1) I should NOT post right when I wake up
2)Tweekdeck + WordPress’ widget = LAG
3)I’m way tired. Think it’s the heat.
That being said:
Steph’s rocking the effin house with a damn good series. (better?)
Stan. SUMMERSLAM..or sumpin’
UM…is alive!!!! and no, not in jail, he’s on a road trip to fetch his lady & I managed to stay out of jail..so far.
Where were you btw?
4) I’m still too tired to be posting, I’m making NO sense.
me,too….really tired. I wake up in the mornings feeling like I’ve been kicked all over by the Iranian police.
Today, gotta go out and buy a couple of bday presents. Rather lay on the couch and watch a movie.
Dearest TPB:
How completely thoughtful of you to remember my Birthday like this! I know memories are not as easy as they used to be for you now a days too. LMAO
I thought I would give you a few suggestions to make your shopping experience easier, more enjoyable, and your day just that much more fulfilling.
Please pick all or some items from this following list in groveling appreciation of the gallant efforts and my inconspicuous loyal encouragement of your malaise journey through the dark tenuous valley of moral turpitude:
1. 44mag desert eagle with extra clips – add in a case of ammo for an extra big smiley face o</=o)-~~~~~
2. 85 inch flat screen TV
3. Brand New Porsche {that's a German sports car} racing "Red" preferred
4. Cash or Heavy Bars of valuable precious metals
5. New elections with the prospect of a better outcome {cross your fingers, your T's, and what ever else can give us some dwindling hope}
6. That you personally would be kinder and show more respect for your BOFWOB upon your enlightening bloggery {yes that will likely happen just after the trailer park freezes over, and Iran is on the road to a true democracy or was that theocracy }
Have a great day everyone, and as always; shop until you drop!!!!!!!!
Stan
Dearest Bipolar Chicks and other uninterested parties:
I wrote this inspired foray of mind bending verbosity with purpose, introspection, and absurdity in the comment box; but when I pushed the publish button is went vamoose and disappeared into the distant cosmos of perpetuity. So you are once again spared my lunacy and audacious spectacle.
This is just another justification and verified spiritual validation that God is alive and well selling used cars out of ”Joe’s Garage” in Provo Utah.
Yours truly and sincerely,
Stan
not off the hook yet Stan…lemme check the spam box thing
Found it
insert the :whatsthat: smiley
“arrest me red”
oh lookie here
tisk tisk
Stan, you need a twitter acct dude
me…needs to stfu tonight, huh?
Dearest D:
WOW! If Harvard with J. Biederman of Boy Boob fame, and his child killer crew could get a “B”; I would hate to see how bad and greedy you have to be to get an “F” or “I”.
on another note: I only got a facebook account a month or so ago. I honestly have trouble keeping up with that. It’s really amazing how all those people you believed were either dead, dumped in the garbage heap of life to rot, or were finally picked up on “America’s Most Wanted” some how find you on face book anywho. So I went into super secret stealth mode to keep all those adoring admires at bay.
I will have to break down and do the Twitter account deal one of these days also. I still remember when a “Twitter ” or like “Tweeter” was either a loud obnoxious bird or a maniac crack head.
Thanks for that University grading link D! More than interesting how the whole system is in the tank and completely corrupt.
I hope all the Bipolar Chicks have a great evening, and stray/stay well in spite of my comments here. LMAO
Stan
It’s really amazing how all those people you believed were either dead, dumped in the garbage heap of life to rot, or were finally picked up on “America’s Most Wanted” some how find you on face book
That’s one reason I do not have one….cept for that one day AC & I joined under fake names a couple of summers back, (I gave her a whip as a gift) in order to check out some lifeguard guy.
A whip as a gift or therapeutic tool? Probably subject matter I shouldn’t comment upon here {laughing}