I'm not fickle but I do enjoy alliteration.

An hour ago a friend sent me some of that nifty electronic mail and it travelled from her computer to mine. "Here, read this because it's the super cuteness." Well it was an article about this website and while it was not cute like a lolcat picture about the internetz it was cute in a classic Steph way. That is, not cute at all but intellectually stimulating and interesting all the same. Having read it as instructed a light went off in my head. *Ding* That's the noise a light makes. Don't argue. I had to join! So, Here I am.

I'm no good at small talk so should I give you an Age/Sex/Location? Yeah, I think I'll bring it back to the nineties. Hammer don't hurt me.

Age: 26......Sex: Female........Location: South  Jersey

I'm going to put a spin on the good 'ol a/s/l.

Diagnosis: Bipolar numero uno

Meds: Lamictal, Abilify, and mi favorito Wellbutrin (Yes, I play favorites and I'm not ashamed)

I know you're wondering about the particulars. Don't worry I'm spiritually evolved and i can sense your curiosity. I also know that you're craving ice cream and hot chocolate right now. Wait, that might be me. Anyway, I'll let loose with all the dirt sooner rather than later. For now I'll leave with you with a letter to moi.

Dear Me,

Today you've eaten two ham and pepperjack cheese sandwiches. You washed them down with sinful vanilla cream soda and now that porcelain goddess is calling your name. She's been mocking you for some time now but you're better than that. Come on, you're evolved and sticking your fingers down your throat is beneath you the way that all the ladies would want to be beneath you if you were a hawt dude. While that has nothing to do with anything you like to think that you would be a hot dude.

Ending this on a high note,

Me