Apparently I had too much coffee or tea, I just can't sleep. It's been a day, let me tell you. Yesterday I was vicious and sick as fizzle de dizzle. Today, I went from savagery (justifiable, I'll explain in a minute) to a natural high, in which I could not stop laughing and spliced the song "Suck my Dick" by DJ Valentino, to a silent clip from Broke Back Mountain of Ennis and Jack making out in front of Ennis's wife.... hysterical, let me tell you. Anyhow, yesterday I stumbled across a picture of some local chick who is a 'promotional model' (mhmm, honey, aren't we all?) on facebook. Her default picture was of her, naked, wearing a body-painted, cropped shirt. I could clearly see everything under the paint, and let me tell you, if my tits were at all saggy and my stomach was not as flat as a board, I would not be wearing body paint in the public, nor would I proudly display this picture as my default. Naturally, every horndog male with bad taste commented on it... but they were not much more attractive than the girl and were probs meth users (typical of rural and impoverished upstaters).
I attributed my sour mood to my cold. However, today I woke up feeling much better, but quickly realized (upon entering the outside world) the savagery had not subsided. No, today, my vicious mentality was only encouraged by the incompetency of my insurance company and state/national politicians. First, I made a little trip to a store called 'Plato's Closet.' I'd never been, but had heard good things and seen a number of advertisements, which made the store out to be a cool place for style-conscious individuals of my age. When I entered, I quickly realized it was about one step above a local thrift store... name brands my ass. I do NOT consider rue 21 and forever 21 to be name brands. Nor do I consider Aeropostale or American Eagle to be name brands. I had a full bag of things to sell that I no longer wear and they only took a few items. They didn't even want two pairs of Steve Madden Brand shoes that were hardly even worn and in style currently. They claimed that they 'weren't taking pointy toe shoes' at this time. The girls working there looked straight out of 2001, so clearly they are not aware of current fashion trends. On the way home, I ran several errands, including a stop at my local pharmacy to pick of a prescription refill of BC. They told me that I could not get it filled and have the cost covered by my insurance until next week. I told them that was a major issue and the ladies working understood why and told me to contact my insurance company.
Once home, I immediately contacted my insurance company who then transferred me over to the branch that covers prescriptions. First, I was hooked up with some man who's southern drawl voice was barely even audible. I was ignorant as fck and I don't think he even understood what the problem was. I was not about to explain to a grown man how the menstrual cycle works and how it often fluctuates, so I hung up after a frustrating five minute conversation and decided to call back. The next time I reached a human being on the other end, it was a female. "Relief and understanding at last!" I thought to myself... a woman who will know where I'm coming from and help me. No, sadly, even after explaining the dilemma thoroughly, she said there was nothing I could do and that I would have to wait until next week. Ok, I'm sorry my body is not functioning on a 28 day mode atm, but BC isn't exactly a painkiller, and it's not like I'm abusing my prescription. FUCKING HELL. I was so angry. First
