Its not gonna happen. Why, you ask?

My blog got rejected due to excessive foul language. Thats cool..thats fine and dandy. FUCK THAT, hahahaa. I pay blog on another site of mine thats much, much more family friendly than this site.

Actually, the one thing that had me bummed about the whole paid blogging on this domain would be that I may have to screen myself and not be “me.” Which, I would have really hate to have done, but when you need the money..you need the money.
Luckily, the google page rank for my other site went up to TWO! So now, I am able to get ops to write ads that pay a bit more so I can make up for all the lost income by writing just one ad a day..so if I choose to write more..ill make more. So, in about a month ill be making a decent amount of cash again. Kickass.
Everything worked out perfectly. A couple days before this blog got rejected, my page rank on my other blog went up, allowing me to supplement my lost income with that blog, which was what I was gonna do with this blog…does that make sense? I hope so, because I dont know any other real way to explain it -.-.

Well…I dont have anything else to write about, really.. oh, wait..yes I do.

I think im getting firsthand experience on how fucked up our health care system is in this country.  I havent seen “Sicko” and im really, not educated at all on the subject of health care in our country, but I know a few things. My boyfriend is pretty educated on it and he doesnt have very good things to say about it, and ive got an online friend named Liz who also rarely, if ever, has good things to say about the health care system in the United States. So,  now, with that said..ive got a story to tell.

I am uninsured. Thats right, I do not have health insurance or any other kind of insurance for that matter. So, apparently that complicates things a bit when it comes to health care. Why? I dont know. There are a lot of people in this country that cannot afford insurance, should they be less of a priority than those who do have insurance? Definitely not,  but it sure seems that way. A couple weeks ago when I had to go to the hospital due to my panic attack they told me about a program here that helps uninsured patients to get health care at an affordable price. I was super excited about this because not only could I get health care at a decent price, but I could also get my prescriptions filled at a very decent price also. I thought that this program was fucking awesome. Just what this country needed. Like I said, there are tons of people who just cant afford health insurance and unfortunately, they are under prioritized. I know that I will probably never have real health insurance for a couple of reasons. Ill never work a job that gives it to me because im not the kind of person that can deal with a 9-5 job so I will always be doing “odd” jobs that more than likely dont offer insurance.  So, yeah, I was excited about this program.

Basically, you enroll in the program and they send you a packet of information that tells you the health clinic you are assigned to, the pharmacy you are assigned to, etc. For patients that make a really, really low amount of money you have to sign up with the programs pharmacy, and for those who make an average amount of money you can get them filled wherever. I make an average amount of money and the clinic I was assigned to is also a pharmacy so I could get them written there by my doctor, and filled there.

The time came today for me to go visit my assigned clinic for the first time to meet with a doctor as a follow-up appointment to my ER visit and I needed a new prescription written for one of my medications, Ativan.
So, I go into the clinic and I tell them why im there, etc

“Hey im here as a walk in, I was just enrolled in the ************ program and they assigned you guys as my clinic, im here to see a doctor for a follow-up appointment to an ER visit I had a couple weeks ago, and to get some new prescriptions written for my medication.”

“Baby we aint got no time for you today we already have too many patients you gon have to come back tomorrow, well, wait, we aint got no walk in doctor for tomorrow you gon have to come back on Thursday.”

“Ok, cool! Thanks”

“Wait..whatchu here for again?”

“Im here because I was just enrolled in the ********** program and they assigned you guys as my clinic and I need to meet with a doctor to get some new prescriptions for my medications because one of them has run out”

“What medication?”

“Ativan..Lorazepam.”

“Baby aint nobody here gon write you a prescription for that.”

“What? Why? I was assigned here by ********, why would they direct me here?”

“I dont know. But nobody here gon write you a prescription for that.”

“Uh, ok. Thanks.”

And, then I walked out. Pissed as hell. Its not enough that those who arent insured are treated as lower class and have to fight to get medical care. But, when a program finally comes together to serve those who arent insured, its a piece of shit too. A piece of shit that is unorganized and has no real clue what the fuck they are doing.
When I was enrolled in this program they gave me a care coordinator to call in case I had any problems. I called her a couple times last week to ask questions about what I was supposed to do when I went in for my initial visit to my assigned clinic so I wouldnt have to deal with problems like this, I left her three messages and she never called me back. Thats cool. Maybe she was busy with her job. Oh yeah, her job is to call me back. So today when I went into the clinic, I had no idea what I was supposed to do but I figured it couldnt be that hard. I took all of my paperwork, prescriptions, medication bottles, etc. They didnt care to look at any of that stuff and just sent me right out the door within 2 minutes of my arrival.
Why would this program assign me to a clinic that was not able to write and fill my prescriptions? They knew my medical history. They have to study the patients medical history in order to figure out what clinic to assign to them, etc. So, knowing my medical history and knowing that it is mental health, why wouldnt they assign me to a mental health clinic where my problems could be dealt with accordingly and why in the fuck is the ER speaking so highly of, and helping me enroll into a program that isnt worth a damn? So, I came home and made a few calls. I called my care coordinator once again and left a message, then I called my clinic again and spoke with the head nurse there. I explained to her what happened and she said theres absolutely no reason why this should have happened. That this clinic is listed as a mental health facility and that prescriptions like mine are filled there everyday so she has no idea who I spoke with (it was a nurse) and why they blatantly lied to me like that. I had no idea either. She told me to come back Thursday morning as early as possible (around 7AM) as a walk in and talk with a doctor and everything should be fine.

Now, ive still got a smidgen of hope for this program. My first impression has given me a fucked up view about them and it has just showed me a bit about how mixed up and unorganized our health care system in this country is. Hopefully they will redeem themselves, but im not keeping my hopes up for that one. We will see.

Ill keep you updated.

So, last night..my boyfriend got the bright idea that it would be fun/cool to take my cousin and I to a house party. A hip hop house party. I was all for it, I thought it would be pretty funny and I was right. It was fucking HILARIOUS.  The party was filled with lame white kids and wanna be hippies, with the exception of me, my boyfriend, Kelley, and one of Sodas friends, Abe.

The night was..pretty fun. At least, I was having a good time. Watching people dance like utter morons really entertained me and it seemed to be entertaining Kelley too. We did our usual routine. Hang out together, away from everyone..and make fun of them silently, but not seriously. I think as an interesting side note I should add that at one point I had to piss really bad.so..we went to the bathroom and there was no toilet paper so I just wiped with some shirt I found on the ground. Kelley wont admit this, but she did too.

Anyway..I decided to dance a bit so we moved into the room where everyone was dancing and I danced on and off, my boyfriend danced on and off and VERY HILARIOUSLY might I add. Picture a white guy dancing to rap. Yeah, you just pictured my boyfriend. At one point I tried to dance with him and he clobbered my feet..seriously.

Then…outta nowhere.. this blonde girl walks over to Kelley and asks her to dance. She says no and the girl proceeds to start talking shit. Now, this bitch was drunk..very very drunk…way over her limit. She said something like “I heard youve been making fun of the way people dance? Thats not very cool, yadda yadda.” I have no idea what Kelley said to her but when she turned around she looked very annoyed. I was like “Did that bitch just try to get an attitude with you?” Kelley said “YEAH!” So, that was my cue to get in her face and be as intimidating as possible.

“Who really gives a fuck if she was making fun of the way people dance? If everyones having a decent time, who fucking cares?”
No response from her. She just stares at me. So I turned around and said..
“I hope she wasnt trying to talk shit to my fucking cousin because ive had to whoop bitches asses before for doing this and id hate to do it again.”
I turn back around to face her.
“Keep in mind your drunk, im not. Think about that real hard before you decide to say anything else to me.”
Then here comes Mr. Saves the day Soda. He was stoned, and paranoid that id end up getting the cops called on us because, I probably would have and he tells me we should leave.
Some other brunette girl came up and started talking to me, what she said was insignificant because she was being nice and before you know it, the original blonde whore who started the whole drama was nowhere to be seen.
Sodas freaking out and wouldnt let go of my arm. He made us leave.
Too bad, I wanted to bust out some West Nashville on them Belmont Bitches.

What bewilders me is that the last time a scenario similar to this happened, it was also perpetrated by girls from rich neighborhoods…practically the same neighborhoods. The last time I think the whores were from around the Belmont/Hillsboro Village area and this time they were just from Belmont. I think it has something to do with Kelley and I obviously not being from around there, and not giving a fuck about socializing with them, etc. And you know how girls are, they feel threatened by lame crap like that. Im sort of glad that the situation didnt escalate to that of The 5 Spot where a huge physical fight broke out..but DAMN that woulda been awesome.

Ok..tonight was a night and a HALF lol.

What im about to say may make me sound psycho to some people..but…ill just state that me and my mothers relationship is damn near unparalleled in the mother/daughter world.

So..around about..8:30 or 9:00PM my mom called me to tell me she was going to bed and that I needed to e-mail my aunt and thank her for all the cool stuff she gave me, which I was meaning to do this morning before I went to bed but I was too focused on getting to sleep.

Anyhow..when I was finished emailing my aunt I decided to call my mom back and let her know that I emailed my aunt. My mom didnt answer the phone..which is strange because she ALWAYS answers my calls or calls right back. Like, immediately. Well.. I decided to call her again and prank call her..using a voice changer. I know, I know, lol. But she still didnt answer so I was like..hmm..ok. Weird. I waited for about 10 minutes and still no call back..so I called her again. No answer. I IMed my cousin and asked her to call so she did and she said there was no answer. We talked about how strange it was that my moms not answering her phone and so I just kept calling and calling. Finally I told my boyfriend that we need to drive over there and see if her cars there. I was starting to get worried.

So..we go outside..hop in the car and the car doesnt start. We are out of gas because my ignoramus boyfriend doesnt like to stop and get gas and runs it till the literal last drop. So I was like fuck it..lets walk..its just about a mile away anyway. So we got the gas can and started truckin. I told him we could knock on moms door and ask if we could use her car to drive to the gas station to get gas, lol. I was calling her the whole way there. We finally get there and I knocked on the door..no answer. I called again..no answer. I started to get really worried. I told Soda to go ahead and  take her car to the gas station and ill stay there and keep knocking. So I opened the door and it was chained shut..so through the chain I was yelling…MOMMA..MOMMA!!! And I noticed that Boog Boog (her cat) didnt even come to the door.  I walked around to the side and knocked on her sliding glass door thats in her bedroom and nothing.
By this time Soda had gotten back and he was really worried too. We wondered if we should call my aunt but if nothing was wrong I didnt want to freak her out.
So..I told Soda to knock on the front door real loud and I would knock on her sliding glass door real loud. Finally when I knocked on the sliding glass door here come Boog Boog. He just sat in the door and looked at me. I guess hed hear Soda knocking because hed turn around and look in the direction of the front door every couple seconds.

I kept saying.”Boog Boog..where is mama?” and thats when I saw the light from her cellphone floating and prancing around the room through the curtain. I yelled “MOMMA GO TO THE FRONT DOOR.” I just knew she was probably shitting herself right about then lmfao.
So..I explained the situation. Told her it started with a prank call and then we got worried. For some reason her cellphone ringer was off so she couldnt hear the calls.
She said I had called 26 times lmfao.
So..thank goodness…shes ok..and im a moron. But thats how it usually ends up hahahah.

I came home, took a nice warm bath..turned on a  super weird horror flick (cant remember the name of it now..) and Soda just made us a pizza. Life is good.

So, I checked my stats today to see what phrases or words people have googled that have led them to my site. So, here goes..

totally dude layout
fuzzie cunt
black dreaded jesus layouts
how to make great frech toast
mana-dharma-sastra
christian boyfriend gets on my nerves
believing christians believe ufos
marijuana induced third eye
ate a paper towel
symbols associated with anunaki
tammy faye layouts

But, the best one..by far…is..

i accidentally shit on my muslim boyfriend

Im in bold.

“What do you want to eat? Want me to go to my moms and get some progresso soup for you?”

“Just leave me alone about it.I just ate some fettucini alfredo.” 

“Am I being annoying?”

“Yup.”

“Well what am I supposed to do? I guess im gonna talk a walk until youre in a better mood.”

“Oh please dont give me that pity party bullshit. Poor Soda, Poor Soda. His life is so hard.” (Then I started to pout in a really obnoxious way while looking right at him)

“How bout you shut up and go make me a cheese sandwhich.” 

“Ok.  I will. One slice of cheese or two?”

“Did you just call me a bitch under your breath?” 

“No!!! No I didnt!!! Please stop making stuff up now. Are you still PMSing?”

“Yeah. It doesnt just happen for two days, dumbass” 

“Well I dont know what its like. Ive never even asked anyone.”

Some random dude who IMed me : How do you go from Judaism To Hinduism?
Me: I dont.
SRD: Youre a Jew, right? Youre Jewish. Did you convert to Hinduism?
Me: Im not Jewish, lol.
SRD: Sweetie, Im Muslim, we can tell everyone apart.
Me: Apparently not.
SRD: Your sharp nose, fuzzie black hair.
Me: You seriously look Hindu.

Earlier today I was at my moms house, we were sitting in her bedroom talking while she was getting ready to go to my aunts house. I saw that she had sat out some candles that I got her for mothers day and I asked..
“Do the candles I got you smell good?”
She said “Oh yeah they smell really good, I like them. Come here and see if you like the way this one smells.”
The only candle I saw around here was this red candle that was like..burnt all the way to the bottom..so I walked over and bent down and inhaled really big..

Thats when I realized that she had farted.