Hell, Emma

I have no idea who you are but your life sounds mental, ace, crazy, great, probably always tired, but fucking brilliant.

You seem to sum up one my about half dozen personal mottoes: Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "What a Ride!"

You crazy lady!