WHO is this person and WHO started a Meetup Group for persons 50 and over? She sounds like a fucking centenarian! My God! The scandal! Trying to meet people her own age! And in her own town! And an Introvert, mind you! It seems I’ve drunk the kool-aid about it not being good to be isolated all the time, I guess. Maybe I miss having more friends / social contact than I have now. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and think what a bad fucking idea this was and ask for my money back. And maybe I’ll grow a tail 🙂 Well what the hell. I started a Meetup group. Forgive me for cutting this short. I’m compulsively monitoring Meetup to see if anyone has joined my group yet. I’ll keep ya posted 😉
I am struggling mightily with the impulse to buy some pet birds. It’s Spring, and I hear the beautiful birds singing, and I just want all the birds!! I have had Zebra Finches before (other birds too) but I like Zebra Finches because they are zero-maintenance. They don’t want to be held or cuddled or paid attention to in the least – they just live their precious lives in their cage and if you get a male and a female they make precious babies! OH! How I want to get some! Then I could just sit in my chair and watch my birds. And avoid studying. Oh. Yeah. That.
Part of me says “Wait until you pass your certification, then this will be your reward” which is a great idea but fuck me I don’t want to study!! I have just rebelled and rebelled and I haven’t studied for a week! This isn’t good people!!! I’m supposed to take the test at the end of the month! This is my own deadline but it’s for a good reason, I need to go out and get a damn job! Have I mentioned how I feel about getting a full-time job? I know I have. I feel like SHIT about it! Oh lawd I think all this shit is tied together. Could getting pet birds possibly help me in some way? Could I become homeless with pet birds? These are the things that pop into my head. I dunno, I just think pet birds would contribute to my home harmony. That sweet little song . . . C’mon people talk me into it!
Well that’s about all for this week except we had a damn snowstorm in the middle of May and I had to say What the FUCK, Colorado?! That sucked. It is beautiful today, though. Snow all gone. Hope all is great in your world.
UPDATE: After a lot of thought and obsession, I ordered a birdcage from Amazon 😀 😀 😀 it is so much cheaper than buying one from PetSmart! I also ordered birdie supplies. Once everything comes, I will go buy the birds. YAY!!!!! And now I am studying with happy anticipation 🙂
A day early, I know. I just finished making not one, not two but three quiches for tomorrow’s Mother’s Day celebration because we’re going to have FIFTEEN PEOPLE at my sister’s house! Oh lawdy help me please!! How am I going to people with all the people??? This is the hazard of belonging to a big family. I know I shouldn’t bitch. It’s a privilege, blah blah blah. Well I’m all out of spoons from all this cooking, I deserve a cookie! Oh wait! Dammit I quit sugar! Bipolar On Fire getting tooooo fat! I’ve been eating like it’s a hobby and like sugar is good for me. Now my clothes are not fitting and I’m very uncomfortable. And I HATE dieting!!! I don’t know what to tell myself…I’m not going to buy bigger clothes!! And I’m trying not to die before my parents! Ah well.
So I got my third and final “fuck you” from Social Security Disability yesterday…no big surprise there but it still threw me into a bit of a panic. Somehow I thought there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but it turns out that I’m just like everybody else and I have to work for a living. Damn it all!! I don’t know how I’m going to do it with this cantankerous personality and labile mood. But if Social Security says I can work, then I have to work! Just one more test to pass, it will be a miracle if I get this Certified Ethical Hacker certification. Then it’s off to the job hunt. I’m giving myself until the end of the month.
Well that’s all from Bipolar On Fire Land, how are things in your world? Peace! And peach out!
People, apartment living ain’t for wimps. ESPECIALLY sketchy apartment living! I jumped into this place because it was a one bedroom as opposed to a studio that was in my price range and I didn’t really take a good look around first and honey, have I lived to regret that. There is every kind of noise here, from trashy car-revving noise to babies crying to kids screaming to neighbors screaming at each other to bongos being played to LOUD SEX, oh how I cringe at hearing other people’s sex! The neighbor above me is particularly inconsiderate and seems to think he lives on an island and can do any-damn-thing he wants at any-damn-time he wants, and let me tell you, my hostility level is through the roof! Up to now, I have taken the path of least resistance, for the most part. Granted, I did knock on his door four times when he was playing music that sounded like hammers coming through the ceiling, and he didn’t answer the door, and I did call the cops on him. But since then, I’ve tried to bury my head in the sand, afraid to say anything to the landlord, afraid he’d offer to let me out of my lease, treat ME like the problem.
Cut to the now, where I’m at my wits end, having been woken up in the middle of the night too many times to count by the loser upstairs. You and I both know that a Bipolar person needs their damn sleep! Last night was the last straw. So today I put on my big-girl panties, and sent the landlord a longgg text outlining my grievances with the guy upstairs (no, not God, literally the guy upstairs). After all this time and all this agonizing, the landlord got right back to me and said “This is not ok. I was not aware. I will intervene for you.” Just like that!
Soooo what’s the lesson? Sometimes ya just gotta stand up for yourself. ESPECIALLY when you’re feeling victimized. And being woken up out of a sound sleep was making me feel bad, let me tell you. Will it happen again? Probably. Will I take it lying down. HELL NAH!! I’m on the self-care train now. Git yer buns on it with me! Fire! That’s why they call me Bipolar on FIRE!!
I am working (YAY!) for Dr. HasHerShitTogether, the gynecologist, today. This is NOT Dr. Flaky, the psychiatrist, who I usually work for. Dr. HasHerShitTogether truly has her shit TOGETHER and I helped her start up her business (very orderly because she had her shit together) and then I haven’t had much work because she got her business running like a well-oiled machine. However, once in awhile her medical assistant can’t make it in, and then she calls me to sub. YAY! It’s a nice chunk of money and I am living in financial fear right now so this is great.
Dr. HasHerShitTogether is a functional medicine doctor which means she a) doesn’t take insurance and b) has these nice long appointments with her patients for c) piles of money and d) she also sells supplements for e) shit-piles of money. (This is probably a shitty use of a,b,c, etc., but sometimes I enjoy listing things out with letters so SUCK IT!) She also does aesthetic appointments (shooting women’s faces full of Botox and Juvederm) for the big bucks and the women are my age or even much younger, in their thirties even, and I’m like, damn! Should I shoot my face full of shit? But then I think of Lara Flynn Boyle when her face blew up like a balloon and I say AH HELL NAH!!
Due to having to be here at the rude hour of 8:00 am, I was up at the crack of dawn and I got to see the sun come up! It was beautiful (this shitty iPhone pic doesn’t do it justice) and the birds were SCREAMING their joyful song and it was lovely. So yeah. Hope your day is equally lovely!