The only good thing I can say ...

... about the person on my Facebook news feed who said about the Haitians, "Fuck them! Where were they during Hurricane Katrina? They can fend for themselves just like we did!" is that the unapologetic fuckjuggling thundercock isn't actually one of my friends, but somebody responding to one of my former classmates' call for charity.

Never mind that:

-- Haiti is one of the poorest if not THE poorest country in the Western Hemisphere.
-- We're the richest.
-- In 2005 they were smack between a rebellion/coup and a contentious election.
-- We only "fended for ourselves" if you completely disregard the $40 million in international aid we spent on victims and reconstruction.
-- And even if we did "fend for ourselves," look how fucking well THAT turned out.

*crosses fingers*

Cherry Bomb:

664 / 100000

This one actually seems to have potential for a change. I feel a lot about this one like I did when I first started working on Heroine Addiction, which is like a breath of fresh air considering how it's been since I've felt that way about anything I've started. Even my NaNo, which is still sitting on my hard drive waiting to be worked on, wasn't quite up to the same level of me wanting to stay home and attempt to write the whole thing in one sitting.

I'll talk about it more once I get a little more further in the writing of it, but I'm blaming Buffy and Supernatural for this one.

*crosses toes, too, while I'm at it*

Just picture that Monopoly card with the monocle guy standing there with his pockets out.

So I stopped up my parents' house to get cat litter, and my mom asked me why my throat was still scratchy.

Me: Just 'cause. I can't take a day off while there's overtime to be had.
Mom: No, I mean why haven't you gone to a doctor yet?
Me: Because I can't.
Mom: When was the last time you went to a doctor?
Me: Hell if I know. *pause* No, wait, it was two years ago. Before that ... hell if I know.
Mom: Don't you have a doctor?
Me: Not really.
Mom: Don't you have insurance?
Me: Yeah, crappy insurance.
Mom: Didn't you ever go to the doctor when you had good insurance?
Me: I did when I went to yours for antidepressants, and it *still* cost me an arm and a leg just to show up and have her give me samples.
Mom: You should really go to the doctor about that cough.
Me: Tell you what. When they institute a public option or single-payer and it's free, THEN I'll go.
Mom: *frowny face* I don't know why you can't just go to the doctor.
Me: ... because doctors cost MONEY and I am POOR.

See, this is why people complain that if we did have public health care, there might be long lines. Because fuckers like me who are genuinely sick but are too busy trying to eat and keep a roof over their head instead might fucking go for a change. (Or we can stick with what we've got now, and I can continue to infect everybody else at work. Funsies!)

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Also, I'm skipping watching the Golden Globes tonight. Apartment needs cleaning, books need editing, woman needs a rest before she starts the work week alllllll over again. *sigh*

Re: The Golden Globes (or, tbh, just the major movie awards)

Dear Hollywood,

Stop that. There's only so much internal air pressure that man's ego can withstand before he explodes.

Sincerely,

Me