WHEN WERE YOU FUCKERS GONNA TELL ME THAT BIPOLAR PEOPLE ARENT SUPPOSED TO HAVE CAFFEINE

Thinking abt doing a review bomb on the er that made me have a seizure on the lobby floor and sent me home when I was going through DTs because that shit could have fucking killed me and they’re not gonna give a shit unless they’re publicly shamed about it

I am letting the Karen in me out this morning on this fuckin hospital and they deserve every bit of it

When I was in rehab I had a roommate who was this little old black lady and she was completely blind. And I saw that and was like “anybody gonna be this lady’s guide?” And didn’t wait for an answer. I actually got in trouble for “perpetuating lesbianism” BECAUSE I WOULD LEAD HER BY THE FUCKIN HAND. And that was “”too gay for the program”” so I had to make sure she held my elbow instead and like. What really pissed me off is that she was not given aid whatsoever for her disability. It was fucking me doing her paperwork. I was able to help her sign her own name but I had to fill out all of her intake stuff and ask all these invasive ass demographic questions like don’t you motherfuckers have a guy for that??? I’m here trying to fucking recover too, not interrogate this poor woman with questions about whether or not she’s ever been raped or abused or whatever

I found an old rusty USB in the basement today should I see if anything’s on it

Man at the bar on Saturday night, Craigville, Minnesota in 1937