Rent Or Birth Control...Tough Call

So, today the topic of my bitch fest will be the fact that my Blue Cross PPO bill has just, I can only presume, set a new record at $764.83 / month. Pennies, really.

Reason being that I recently resigned from my job and I FINALLY (after haggling the county of Santa Cruz by phone about 10 times) received my continuation of coverage paperwork only to learn that I'll have to go work some serious corners downtown if I expect to renew my birth control prescription.

Okay, that's a mild exaggeration. But really, the only reason I'm able to afford this in addition to rent, my car payment (Love my car, Mushu the Mazda. Mazda 3 hatchback. Can't recommend it enough! But I have strayed), my phone bill, my comcast bill, my credit card bill, etc etc etc is because my PARENTS (mind you, I'm 27 years old, so this is not a proud moment) want to help make sure I stay covered in case of health setbacks since the only reason I'm on the UBER plan to begin with was so that I could enjoy the pleasure of having major surgery and 6 week medical leave. Don't get me started on that can of worms...

So, really, when I say "I'm able to afford this" what I mean is that my wealthy, "semi-retired" (check messages and mail some stuff between tennis games and windsurfing) parents are able to afford it. Shit creek and I would be close personal friends if they weren't here to bail me out. I'd get to enjoy my Mazda 3 and cable but I'd be pregnant and having a panic attack so it might not be that fun.

So, Michael Moore, wherever you are, do you need a new PA for your next movie? Maybe someone to do coffee runs for you? Go shopping for baseball caps? Anything? Cuz Lord knows the guilt will kill me if I allow my parents to help me with this bill more than once or twice.

Here's my favorite part: The poorboy sandwich plan is $476.52 / month with continued coverage. 476 dollars for the plan where I can, after my experiences with this company, only imagine that they tell you fixing your broken limb is an elective surgery. Did I mention I had to send them a check for ONE CENT once?!!

Okay, rant officially over. By the way, I hope none of you had the expectation of real content from my blog. Analysis of current events, literature reviews, music reviews....nope. Maybe I'll spring it on you at some point but for now I'm doing my best to keep your expectations realistically low. ;)

Unemployment = Gateway to the 21st Century

Well, it was only a matter of time before Popsicle learned how to use the internet, really. Now I'm going to have five zillion new pairs of socks and no where to go!

Seriously, though, what got me to enter the blogosphere? Pookiedictable, I'd say you're largely to blame. Once Popsicle saw themacinator.com and realized that she, too could have her face plastered all across the world wide interwebs ;) she became insistent. She has a lot to say, really - serious life questions to submit to the universe; like for example; "Why is it that I have very systematically instituted a strict schedule of prompt inhalation of Potato's food each and every time an ounce of kibble hits the bowl only to find that she still lives?! Curses!" And more importantly, "Why must I suffer from objectophillia? When will I learn to love?"

Okay, fine, the truth is that I'm sick and tired of hopelessly searching the internet waiting for a pop up window to inform me of my true life's passion.

"Congratulations! You have been randomly selected to fill our agency's

Coffeewhoreinteriordesignerdogtrainerdairyfarmerpopsicologistsheltermanager
probationofficer(apparently)writterofdumbpoemshateroflocalgovernment-
advocateofsausageshapeddogsaroundtheworldchairpersonofthedepartmentofapathy

opening"

I actually did a google search for Life Coaches today. I think I may allow Popsicle to fulfill her life-long dream of putting me out of my misery ;)

Eventually I may even make this blog look pretty with pictures and music links and stuff but considering that my laptop is filled with hate (it's being 'fixed' for the same glitch apple 'fixed' two months ago)...and considering that Ben's laptop is older than Moses and is probably going to explode any minute due to the broken fan...I think I'll return to that endeavor at a later date. As for the rest of the day, Jerky Breath has a previously arranged unmaking of the bed scheduled for 3:30. I have to go prep the bed.

Love to my peeps