Why is it the normal people gt all the good things in life? And the assholes like me get all the fun and funky disgruntled problems?
Not that I mind. I enjoy being the asshole in the room at parties. For example, when there's a slut, and she's showing too much labia. I like to be the one to go grab some lip and advertise to everyone she has the after party. Women like that will NOT kiss you on the bus. Remember that.
So, here I am sitting at home watching some lame crap, listening to the coffee maker kick on for my husband. I made him his lunch. He works nights. I'm slowly growing tired as the five generic PM pills are making me sedate. You're wondering why five, I'm sure. Because one through four don't cut it. And really five doesn't either, but six cause me to twitch.
I would normally be on normal medications to help me sleep, but thanks to Slaveway being cunts, and fucking me over when I moved, I was dropped from my health insurance coverage a year ago, and thus have to wait for my husband to "earn" his way back into the benefits program. I was, in the meantime, accepted by Disability for my numerous health problems, but I don't get Medicare for two years. Way to go fucked up government health care!
So, I can't get help for any of my health problems. I'm in need of a blood transfusion. And if I faint one more time, I swear to Jeebus, I'm going to break more than my face on the tile floor. People will die.
And then I'll celebrate with baking cookies or some shit. Sounds good.
I think it's time for bed. My dogs are snoring. I'm jealous.
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