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I take what's prescribed the way it's prescribed, and because I do, the Ativan still works, as it has worked for the past 10 years. Unless, of course, that's your cute way of referring to estrogen replacement therapy, in which case, do try to keep up - it's very rarely prescribed anymore because it can cause cancer. I'll take the hot flashes, thank you.

Maybe ice water - my girlish figure and fat ass don't need anything decadent

Wow! That was both original and effective! Guess you told me. How will I ever recover?

Is it necessary to start shit out of a clear blue sky? Why don't you take up tae kwan do or fencing if you have so much pent up rage?

A picture of my kids, squandering their inheritance.

No - I kept breaking out underneath it, so I gave it to my roommate in college (she liked it, and it didn't bother her). We used to tell people that we were going steady.

Just every now and then. Used to wear it all the time, but kind of got out of the habit when I started working - except under my nose when the situation calls for it.

Parents? Good lord, I remember crawling out of the primordial ooze and developing lungs. It's been quite a while since I've needed parents anywhere.

I could have sworn that it was older - my youngest brother sounded just like him until his voice changed (my brother's, not Rick Astley's).

Obligatory.

So why does it have to be poker? This is Ammurica, dammit, and I can do whatever I want to with a deck of cards, either by myself or with another consenting adult. And besides, the only other game I know how to play is Fish.

At this point, it's be worth it, and I'll throw in a pint of my sister's home made wisznowka.

I'm a solitaire woman myself. Then I can always win. ;D

Come clean my house, and I will let you pick what kind of cookies I make you.

Meh, I don't know. It's nice to be able to have the occasional chocolate bar or milk shake and have the only consequence be salad for dinner for a night or two, not a session of either messing around with my insulin or saying to hell with it and begging for complications. I live by myself, I mow my own lawn, I go up and down stairs, even at my craziest; can't do that with no legs. I'm so nearsighted in one eye that I don't have any depth perception, so losing it wouldn't make much difference. I've watched a lot of people die from cancer, including my parents. I'd rather be bipolar - no matter how much pain I'm in, I can always get up and go to the bathroom, I can (although I might not) feed myself, and I can turn over in bed. You don't have those options in end-stage cancer. And the thing is, is that bipolar disorder is treatable. Not easily, no 100% symptom free guaranteed, but enough so that one can get along. I'd rather have something like bipolar disorder than a personality disorder, which can't be medicated per se, but instead requires intensive therapy, which horrifies me more than a life on meds. And to go completely Pollyanna on you: Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well. (Robert Louis Stevenson)

If you weren't bipolar, you'd be something else that sucks in its own special way. That's why I stick with the devil I know.

How can you tell that he's bored with his tank? Turtles aren't the most expressive creatures. For that matter, how can you tell it's a him? (and now all I can think of is "have you ever smelled mothballs?" "Yes." "How did you get your head between their little tiny legs?")

Then burn them and scatter the ashes at a cross roads.

Oh, stop, you're killing me. Nobody portrays you as a hapless manchild - you ARE a hapless manchild.

Robbing from the rich and giving to the poor =/= shoplifting because you can't keep a job long enough to afford the toys you want

Then what do you mean? Not trying to be snarky, it's just that you present an interesting question: What would make a previously rational person reach an emotional point where they'd attempt, or at least consider, suicide? I'm afraid that my perspective is so skewed on this that, outside of rational suicides, I can't really think of anything. (And again, not trying to be flip, I'm genuinely curious.)

If you haven't lost it by now, you probably won't. Most mental illnesses develop, or at least the symptoms become obvious, in late adolescence/early adulthood (or younger).

Thank you.