Is it normal that i need a badass bitch?

Ever since the death of my mother, I have found myself living life on the edge. Previously, I would have gone to bed before 10 pm, in accordance with my mother's rules, but with her gone, I have found myself enjoying such reckless pursuits as staying up until 10:35 pm and enjoying hot cocoa regardless of whether or not I've eaten my vegetables. I have indulged in such deranged pursuits as watching movies with language that my late mother would have found inappropriate, and I have known the forbidden fruit of leaving the house without a sweater (in such bone-chilling frostiness that one might expect in 95 degree Fahrenheit weather). It now occurs to me that I cannot in good conscience bring a normal, safe girl into my life - I fear that my recklessness and wanton disregard for sanity would put them in harm's way, however exhilarating it might be for them to pursue a Byronic wild man such as myself. I need a bad bitch, a real "ride or die" type that can hold her own in my racecar bed. Vroom vroom!!!