I am Taylor Philly. I am merely 19 years old, but I feel nearly 30. If I said my maturity was far greater than anyone else my age, I would sound immature so I will not say that. I have three sisters and divorced parental units, as they are not really parents; more of friends. I have a wonderful husband and son. I am bipolar, but I do not suffer from it; I lounge and relax in it. If you read anything I write, you can see that my bipolarity comes out in my writing; fascinating, really. I have a dog, Russia, like the country, but not like the country because she is named after the alcoholic beverage White Russian, obviously this means that my dog is white. I have a cat, Evangeline, Eevee for short. I call her many names, depending on her mood; she, too, is bipolar; "the apple does not fall far from the tree." Yes I know, she is not technically related to me nor is she really my daughter, but I did raise her and I believe she witnessed and caught on to my episodes of bipolarity, which in turn, made her bipolar. As you know, monkey see monkey do, only with a cat not a monkey. I love zebras and horses. I ramble on and on, but you'll learn that my rambling tells you far more than my actual facts or supposed facts, because how do you really know any if what I am telling you is the truth?