We Hate the World
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I officially hate health insurance companies!
So, I've been without insurance for over a year now. I lost the coverage my mom had on me when I got married. My husband, Mike, opted not to get me insurance through his work because it's so expensive. Plus, my doctor was giving me free samples of the asthma medicine I'm on, so it all worked out.
But now, my doctor is gone. I'm not sure what happened to her, expect that she no longer works where she used to. So I've lost my free medicine and need to figure out how to afford my $200 a month maintenance medicine. I looked into those prescription assistance programs, but that did me no good. They don't cover brand name medicines and there is no generic version available for my prescription. So my only option is insurance.
But that is where the problem lies. To add me to Mike's insurance we have to wait for open enrollment and then it's approximately $215 a week (which is more than half of his check). So I've been looking at other companies and getting personal insurance for just me. Every time I find coverage that I can afford and that covers my medicine, it doesn't cover any pre-existing conditions (and that includes prescriptions for those conditions). So basically, I'm screwed.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
and to the losers of that show, who are those that waited in line to date this person, saying something jerky to the camera (and in Klingon?) is not really selling the 'she/he is losing out.'
just a btw
Monday, November 20, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
5:44PM - As I said the words I felt an unsettling sensation inside, as if I were on the verge of an important
i was going to post this as a blog in myspace, but it felt like it was going to be whiny, so i thought "why not lifesucksclub? no one goes there often enough for me to feel bad about whining."
( insight. Pausing, I waited; but further thoughts did not come.Collapse )
Friday, August 11, 2006
8:27PM - Ugh
People who think that they know everything they know more about the current crisis in the Middle East than Kofi fucking Annan or the members of the UN just because they watch Fox News and the other 24-hour propaganda machines every single fucking day need to feel the sole of my shoe on their face. While an elephant is wearing my shoe.
You will never learn anything accurate about the situation in Lebanon right now by watching pundits spout poorly-researched, pissing in the wind theories out in order to tittilate and amuse/outrage the viewing populace. Read some books about, look for local blogger perspectives, find an expert's journal/essays/articles on the subject and then put that altogether to synthesize your own opinion as if you actually had thoughts or a brain.
And then you still won't know enough about the situation to have a true perspective on what's happening. It's that complicated. At least you won't look as stupid as the mouth breathers quoting Ann Coulter.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
it is officially my 21st birthday. please, no sentimental messages; i'm having a hard enough time sleeping as is.
frankly, this doesn't seem like all that big a deal to me. so what i can legally order/buy alcohol. THAT is going to drastically change my life. never ordering a plain old soda again--caffine is no longer my addiction.
and then there's how i'm celebrating. yes, it kinda sucks that it is also on father's day, but that sucks for my dad too. and i had a beautiful plan to just spend the day fishing on the boat; just me and him. perfect. then my mother said that my grandma was so looking forward to spending my whole birthday with me and on the boat, and oh, is it alright if she and her join dad and i, or was it just supposed to be us.
manipulative harpy. and they're probably going to sit in my favorite spot the whole time.
so besides watching the other side of House season one disc two and Four Brothers with dad at some point, the day is shot. and i even thought the fact that they gave me off work was a good sign.
my best friend is living it up in France and my sister is in Spain. and i'm stuck at home. yes, i do have many other friends here, and quite a few of them i would love to hang out with. but its father's day; they're all basically celebrating.
and to make it even more depressing, i keep thinking about all the shit that happened the summer i turned 18. its kind of a birthday ritual now: another year older, another year since my dad almost died, another year since the fight with my mom that keeps me from feeling like i'm lying if i ever get her a card talking about how much she means to me. thus y i'm up now after working for nine hours on >5 hours of sleep and little food and hydration (though that part is my fault).
so now i think i'll stop bemoaning my problems on the internet. provides more blackmail possibilties
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
8:45AM - *head. desk. repeat*
so i am an idiot.
a big, lumbering, trying-to-put-the-square-peg-in-the-roun
i have an 8am class. please note the time i am posting this.
no i did not get out early.
my alarm went off at 6:50 and i, seemingly forgetting WHY it went off, shut off the snooze and turned the alarm on for my small green clock.
it is set for 8:15.
and then, to finish off, i spill the bottle of low strength painkillers. i have to throw away over 20 of them away (because the floor/rug is LifeSucksJournal worthy of nasty & some landed in the wet sink).
and thus, i depart for maybe some comfort with My Little Kyle.
Monday, August 1, 2005
I loathe you all
and to the feather duster from B&B: grrrrrrrr!
Thursday, July 28, 2005
I think what pissed me off so much about my grandparents and aunt was that they treated me like a child.
My parents didn't even treat me like a child when I was a child and I appreciate them all the more now for that. My parents have never talked down to me, they've never pushed me to fit their expectations of how I should act and they and have never ever ever expected me to be anyone other than myself--even when I'm being childish.
And holy fuck, was I pissed off when all of a sudden I'm being treated like I have the mental capacity of a four year old. Jesus tittyfucking Christ people, I know what I can and cannot eat, thank you very much. I know how to use a bank and sign up for classes at a college. I don't need no goddamn cranky ass bitch yokels telling me that--surprise surprise--the west coast is a different culture than I'm used to. I know how to acculterate, thank you very much. I have been in more foreign countries than most people have had pointed out to them on a map. I can travel the Russian/New York/Balt-Wash/St. Louis metro systems by myself; have ridden an Icelandic pony (IN ICELAND); taken a greyhound from Maryland to Rhode Island and a bus from London to Birmingham and back; a train from D.C. to Jersey and a sleeper compartment from St. Petersburg to Moscow; and several cross-country U.S. road trips. I may not have a driver's license but that doesn't mean I don't understand that gas costs money. And I don't need no punk ass bitch telling me what to do. I may like living with family, but I'm twenty years old and I don't need someone to ask me every fucking day whether I have friends yet. I'm old enough to decide whether or not I just want to sit and home and masturbate all day instead of bothering with other people's needs.
And for fuck's sake. I'm weird. This is not news. This has never been news. EVAR.
All in all I would have to say that I probably would have done just fine in Helena if my relatives hadn't been there. It's a fine city (although, I think I would have done even better in Bozeman or Billings, where the laidback Irish miners were) and full of fun and exciting things to do. Pity my relatives managed to strangle the life out of anything they touched. Fuck it, I'm gonna strive to be a complete and total disappoint to them. It's obvious they'll never be able to see me as a fully-functioning mature individual with a unique perspective on life if only because their personal view of reality is so constricted and blind that the Clue by Four gave up on reaching through the metal JESUS plates grafted to their skulls. Why should I even pretend to live within their perspectives?
In conclusion: I need to eat more beans.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Monday, February 28, 2005
ok, i would like to point out that i can no longer see out my window. it's just this mass of white. and we are, basically, a commuter college. and every other damned school in MD is closed, including our neighbor Goucher, who has like, 1,000 students and maybe one squirrel. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!!?????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Friday, December 24, 2004
9:33PM - Merry Fucking Christmas
Sunday, December 5, 2004
ok, so last nite, my roomate and i had a couple of ppl over. and they drank. it was quite amusing, i have like 30 minutes of video tape of it. but then one of the guys asked to use my computer, so i was like, go ahead if u want to deal w/ it. so he's trying t ocheck out something, and he realizes that my vomputer is about as sick as the native americans were when the english gave them the smallpox blankets. so he tells me he can fix it. i get horribly excited and let him. he did manage to delete some bad stuff. but he also deleted my winamp, my spyware sweeper, google toolbar w/ pop up blocker, and AIM. i was less than thrilled with this. he was going to delete my internet explorer, but fortunately 1 of the other guys talked him out of it. and he realized he wouldn't know how to get it back for me. but as i well yelling at him, he swears my computer will run better.
i STILL can't access my livejournal page, i can't get to many of my friends', my webmail still takes 2 or more tries to get into, i can't get into my hotmail, i can't play ne of my songs, i did manage to get my AIM back but lost the list of away messages that i have been working on for over a year, the start menu is still f-d up (though that could possibly be my fault it was working again before i deleted AOL unlimited internet that i got by re-downloading AIM), my internet explorer will still close, as well as still does that half unused window thing (the little window marker at the bottom of the screen will remain highlighted but i can't move the page or do nething on it), AND i still can't access my school's online services for checking on my schedule or if i owe ne money to the school or stuff like that.
and u would think that i should know better. not let slightly inebriated guys who i don't really know mess w/ my computer. but he was funny and cute.
there has GOT to be a third option to men and women. i refuse to believe that is what the world is limited to.
"Y'know, it's not that God ass-fucks me every chance he gets that pisses me off so much as that annoying laughter of his i constantly hear in the back of my head." - Something Positive
a little extreme, but kinda how i feel.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
11:22PM - chompchomp
Is it so bad that I want to anally-violate most of the bastards I meet? I mean seriously; half the population of the world needs to accosted in some way. They really do deserve it. People are such cows.
And the other half just need to die. Like right now. For no reason, they should just. Die.
And I want to chew on babies. Until they cry. And when they start crying, I'd probably abandon their sticky, red selves because those fuckers are loud. Does this make me a bad person? I don't think so, but then again: I might just be crazy.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Ok, this is gonna be all lot of little rants. First off, my computer is still sucking severe monkey balls. I have run at least one virus scan every day, and most days it’s three. I get pop ups that won’t let me close them. I’ve had todo a search of my files and GO INTO MY HARDDRIVE to delete some goddamned files that went ahead and installed themselves. Also, internet explorer thinks it’s pretty damn funny to CLOSE ALL OF MY FUCKING WINDOWS! i had to type this in Word first, then copy and paste it here, cuz i didn't want to lose this entry too. And sometimes, I am really doing work. Like last night, I was researching stuff about the play I’m doing for costume design class. Stuff that I had to have done today. And it was SWELL the way that my windows were closing every twenty minutes or so. Not like it mattered, cuz my presentation was CRAP. Damned woman didn’t even let me finish my fucking presentation, just said I needed to do more research (duh), I can’t just say that I’m going to use pink and blue for costumes cuz no one has color memory (which is of course y I didn’t HAVE A PAGE WITH MY COLOR SOURCES ON IT BITCH) and I needed to be more organized. Again, a big duh, since I bought the friggin shit for holding it an hour before class. GRRRR. Then I get home to the lovely degenerates that plague my building. I seriously had to flush the toilet cuz some little princess is to high and mighty to flush her own bowel movements to the sewer. I just can’t understand HOW these people made it this far in life without absorbing ne kind of sense. Seriously, how hard is it to not let the smell of ur weed travel down the hall. Especially if u r 2 doors down from the RA. Which is of little consequence since he’s never here, and when he is, stays shut up in his room most of the time. I’m fairly certain that if he was a good RA then his billboard for Breast Cancer Awareness wouldn’t have had the words moved around to spell out Raw Breasts Can See. Of course, I may be overestimating the, and I hesitate to use this word, intelligence of my floormates. They r just lucky that I don’t know where the science building keeps the sulfuric acid, nor that I have a place to store barrels of the stuff. If I did, the gene pool would be a cleaner place. *needs to hurt something*
Monday, November 8, 2004
i. computer. HATE! virus. freezing. popups. ads. installing. uninstalling. searching. trash. comes back. GGRRRRR! frozen. error reports. not responding. taskmanager. not responding. EVIL!!! violent urges. twitches. migranes. shortcuts. uninstall. hardrive. 524 cookies. DEATH! anger. hate. insanity. not loading. not leaving. spyware. ASSHOLES!! upload new. money. scan. window unactive. close. click. AAAAAAHHHHHH!! can't. take. it. GGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
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