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First food poisoning, now a $90 bill for 2 months supply of birth control, BECAUSE MY INSURANCE COMPANY WON'T COVER BIRTH CONTROL! Aparently they will cover Viagra or Cillias, but not birth control. This is discrimanation against women and I am pissed! I thought that congress was trying to pass a bill to force companies that cover Viagra (and similar drugs) to also cover birth control. Guess the right wing fundies killed that one. Anyone out there know how to find and contact their legal representitives, and demand that if an insurance company covers Viagra that they MUST cover birth control.

I have been fighting the worst case of food poisoning I have ever had. I hurt from my knees to my abdomen. I got maybe 3-4 hours sleep because I was up every half hour running to the bathroom. I fealt like I was stabbed about 4 times in the stomach. I should call the health department and sue the fuckers. None of my remidies are working, even the detox diet. I would go and get some activated charcoal but I'm a broke bitch.

Luckily I had 2 nursemaids in the form of 2 cats, who slept with me and followed me every time I was in the bathroom.

I'm still at work, even though I'm as weak as can be. There was no one else who could cover the shift, and the worst is over. Tomarow I'll just sleep, hard.

In other news, I understand that there is now a wager as to weather or not I will snap and kill Jessy before anyone else does. I have my own wager, she'll blow her own damn head off before I kill her.

New information has come to light regarding our Judas. It appears that he is even dumber than we previously thought.

Aparently his female roomate accidently opened some files on his computer, containing kiddie porn.



As soon as my female friend is moved out, we intend to notify the police. Judas is not aware that we know about the files. Even if he were to delete them, they could still find them on the hard drive.



People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

To elaborate on my last post....

I understand the whole leagal bit, possible charges of harboring a fugative notwithstanding. But in those cases I have more respect for someone who says "look, we're friends, but I can't deal with your legal issues right now, you gotta go somewhere else." That I could respect. It's not a popular choice to make, but I can understand it. You don't go and be sneaky about it and call the cops behind someone's back when you ain't there. That is the most spineless, disrespectfull thing. Especially when you know that there are 3 other people there who could've been arrested also, when they had nothing to do with the situation. All this because the bitch didn't want you back. That is the worst, to betray someone like that. 9th level of hell is reserved for traitors and liars.

It has to be the weather. I spent Thursday and Friday cleaning my bedroom. I'm too much of a pack rat to throw anything away.

I opened the curtains, and windows (much to the 2 cats delight). Proceeded to do 4 loads of laundry, take out trash (shit I don't need anymore), rotate the matress, new sheets on the bed (with help from the TaZ), Febreezed everything and even cleaned off the futon so I can sit on the damn thing.

The only thing I didn't get to was vacuming anything. It must have been the 75 degree weather.



That and other insanity. I'm sitting and smoking the hookah out at a friend's place. My current significant other was playing guitar, the 2 girls were on the computer. We were all watching "Almost Famous" and smoking the hookah. Next thing you know there's a knock on the door, and it's the police. They were looking for someone we had never heard of. We got out the ID's, one girl didn't have hers so she wrote a name and social security # on a piece of paper, they ran it. No problems. Cops leave.

Found out it was my friend's roomate who called them. He called 10 min after the cops left and tried to act dumb, saying a friend had called him with the info.

Now, why call the cops? Because one of the girls had rejected him. She was dealing with a bad divorce and didn't want to jump into the sack with someone right now. She may damn well be wanted by the police, I don't know. But what I do know is this, you don't invite someone into your home and then call the cops on them cause they won't fuck you. You don't take advantage of people in a bad situation, unless your name is Judas Iscariot.

10 min after that the "friend with the info" called the house, looking for the roomate. Now if they had already spoken earlier, why was he calling the house knowing the roomate would not be there?

It gets better. Aparently the roomate tells my friends "be carefull on your way out to _________, there's lots of cops out". This is a rual area. Cops don't go out in those parts unless they are called. Turns out my friends get pulled over and the one girl gets arrested. The only way the cops would've bothered is if someone called them and gave them a description of the car, and where they were headed.



Someone needs an ass kicking.

Judas Iscariot got 30 pieces of silver for betraying Jesus, 30 nickels amounts to $1.50. Get my point?

What a big surprise. I often wonder why we still celebrate this overblown, comercialized holiday. Why men spend stupid dough on jewelery, flowers, candy, dinner, hotel rooms, ect. You get my point. It's getting to be like Halloween. I'd take a lucky guess there was a religious holiday for this, but it's long since gone. Of course I could just be saying this because I didn't get anything this year. Again.

You could take this as the rambelings of a bitter single woman. Well, I'm seeing someone so I'm not exactly single. I had to work that night, but had a little fun on Wednesday to make up for it. Current signifigant other has a corset fetish!LOL

Monday I went to the doctor and finally got back on the pill. One small problem, can't start till next month. This sucks ass. At least I got that end covered so I don't have to worry anymore.

and all at once.

I wind up at the doctor's office (one of my least favorite places to be) with an abcess on my leg. Doc had to drain it, and didn't bother to use a local. I also wind up with some antibiotics that I had reactions to, lovely. So I go and get MORE medication to fight the side effects, I'm just now getting back to normal, but I can't eat a damn thing! No baked goods, No refined sugars, No alchohol, and nothing with vinegar. Might as well tell me not to breathe!



Oh it gets better. My "service engine soon" light came on in the car. I went and did my taxes thinking that I would get a decent return, and pay off my bills. Turns out I owe this year. WTF! I have never owed in my life!



I also find out today that the one night I needed off this month, I have to work. I was going to go up to DC and see Thrill Kill Kult. So much for that.



All this and I still haven't heard from my editor about the Feb. Issue with the HIM article.

I knew my luck would run out eventually, oh well.

Somehow I'm now the head of the Va street team for HIM. This is due to the national head having a few margaritas before she asked.



Other updates, I think the release date for the PM issue w/ the Interview with Ville may be delayed. Unfortunately my editor has had some deaths in his family. His aunt, and now his mother in law. My heart goes out to him and his wife, and hope we can get back. Bigger and badder than before.