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Saturday, March 1, 2014
Monday, November 5, 2012
10 Reasons Why You SHOULD Vote
For those of you who don't pay attention to the news, don't glance at a newspaper, don't have any intelligent discussions or plain just don't know what month it is, tomorrow is a big day for us. It's Election Day. And it's not just Election Day but it's Election Day when we elect (or re-elect) our next President. Although I try to vote every Election Day, the presidential election has been my favorite. Even though it's not that I've had that many though. The first time I voted was in 2008 so I've only had one but dammit it's exciting.This isn't going to be my wittiest blog because I'm tired and my brain is running on empty like all those stinking cars lined around my neighborhood waiting for Exxon Mobile's next gas delivery. (I just want to say three quick things regarding that whole situation....1) I'm sincerely sorry to all those who lost everything they own, or worse, lost someone they loved. 2) Hurricane Sandy was such a bitch. What kind of deranged Hurricane decides to roll around during the end of October SMH and 3) Most of the trains are working people in NYC, you don't have to drive. Stop making Exxon 7 BP's wildest dreams come true!!!)
Okay enough of my mindless rambling. I'm boring myself. Here are 10 reasons you should vote:
10. Jay- Z said so. This list should really stop right here, but for those of you who are so diluted that you cannot be persuaded by the power of Hova, I shall continue.
9. So the millions of presidential campaigns and adsand crap could finally S.T.O.P!!!
8. It your civic duty to vote. Exercise you damn right. If you don't. SHAME. ON. YOU.->
7. You can cancel out someone elses vote. Believe it or not, I have arch nemesiseseses (pretty much a bunch of enemies) in my neighborhood. Some that I don't know. Okay all that I don't know. All I DO know is that I already know who they're voting for and I want to make their vote VOID!!!
6. Every vote counts. It's true! If you don't think every vote is counted you have clearly slept your way through United States History class in High School. Hurry up and do a quick brush up on the electoral college on Wikipedia. Go ahead...I'll wait.
5. Do it for Big Bird darn it!
4. Did I mention that every vote counts. At the risk of sounding like that political commercial that I'm about to paraphrase. "537." That is the number of votes that cost Al Gore his rightful presidency. If 537 people who thought their vote didn't matter voted...well I guess we'll never know what could've happened, but it gets me thinking.
3. Our ancestors died for this right. Me being an African American female, I had three battles waged and won on my behalf for the right to vote. One in 1920 for women's rights and the other in 1870 than again in 1965 (blacks had to fight for the right to vote twice. How bout that?).
2. Do you really want to see this clown become our next president. ->
Hell No? Me Neither.
1. To paraphrase actress Kerry Washington, You may not pay attention to politics but politics is surely paying attention to you! The only thing worse then not voting, is not caring. Every aspect of your life is influenced by government whether you believe it or not. From the public transportation you take, the T.V you watch, the food you eat. INFLUENCED. BY. GOVERNMENT. So if you don't care enough to bother to vote, don't bother posting your issues on FB or Twitter about how horrible your life is going. It saddens me to see all these people come up with 100 excuses not to vote
I wonder if they took the right away from us again, if anyone would would even care.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
What A Bum On The Train Help Me Realized
Don't start okay. I'm finally here so that's all that matters :-D
Back to the topic. ("Actually forgot it, Ho's, Money, I'm the shit, Oh Yea I'm Reminded --> J-Cole, Back to the Topic - Friday Night Lights Album). Alrighty then, so I realized something after seeing a bum on the train last night. It's honestly seriously time for me to start looking for another job. How'd I come to this realization from a homeless bum on the train you ask? Hold on, stop interrupting my train of thought with your train of thought and let me explain.
This semester, I go to school Tuesday nights and I get out roughly between 9 and 9:30pm. So I got out of class and wait for the B train at Rockefeller Center. When the B train gets there, I'm standing right between two cars. To my left, is a pretty empty car. To my right is a car with the bum. For some STRANGE reason, unbeknownst to me, I decided to go into the car with the bum inside. I have no idea what possessed me to ride in that car. I mean it ain't like he was cute or nothing. But there was this strange feeling of comfort that I had going into that train car even though knowing there was a bum there.
Anywhoo, fast forward 3 minutes later. I see this bum eating a container of rice (I think it was Halal chicken and rice) like it was going out of style. I am a Haitian American and I have been to Haiti 3 or 4 times in my life and neither here nor there have I ever seen a person eat rice like that. I mean I've seen some hungry people in my day, I've watched those Christian Children's Fund infomercials from time to time. But I have NEVER EVER seen ANYONE down ANY meal like that in my life. I'm pretty sure that if he had teeth, he would have eaten the aluminum container. Shit, after seeing that I safely tucked the rest of my burrito in my bag in case he wanted to eat that and my arm.
But I digress.
As I'm watching this bum eat every last grain from the container, I realized something. I KNOW THIS GUY!!! He is a regular patron at the library that I work at and he usually comes in to borrow a laptop. I was like "Shiiiiiiittt. No wonder I felt comfortable with this guy. Me and dude go way back." But I was hell bent on not letting him see my face, because the only thing more horrible than having a bum start a conversation with you on the train is having a bum YOU KNOW start a conversation with you on the train. Plus, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about the library after both being in the library at work and talking about it (the marketing part of it) all evening at school. So in an attempt to be INCONSPICUOUS, I hunched down in my chair and started combing my hair over my faces to conceal my identity.
And it worked! Homie got off at Atlantic Ave and I continued my journey home having dodged a huge, homeless bullet. But then I started thinking. I wonder if people were curious as to why I was using my hair like Captain America's shield to hide myself. But then I started asking myself, how many people on this train have ever had to hide from a homeless guy who regulars their job? I'm no mathematician or statistician or anything but I'm pretty sure the answer is one. THIS ONE GIRL OVER HERE!
So I now realized. IT'S TIME TO GO. I'm sure no one else has to worry about running into bums that they know on a first name basis on their way home. I've been feeling like this for a loooonnnnng time now but I've been comfortable. Anyone who works at a library can tell you, this is one of the most comfortable jobs you can have. It doesn't take much effort and you can completely forget about work once your off the clock. No taking work home, no stressing over deadlines or projects...Uhmmm..Why do I want to leave again?
Oh yeah, the homeless guy for one. The fact that I'll complete my MBA by May next year also. And the fact that as easy as it is, I DO NOT LOVE THIS JOB. I go in, have my outer body experience for three and a half hours then leave and everyday think of that Stacie Orrico "There's Gotta Be (More to Life)" (and if you don't know that song shame on you! BTW Where's Stacie at these days son? Can you say Comeback 2012!?!). So mark it on your calendars all. I gotta get out of there someway, somehow soon! I found love in the hopeless place of marketing and advertising anyways. No more homeless frenemies on the train for this gyal.
(SideNote/Marketing practice/Help A Sista Out with her Internship/Spread The Word)
Right now, I'm interning for a small women's company called Honey & Gold, and we are trying to get some funding. Now I ain't gonna be selling anything to you. That's not my style and that's tacky. I'm in marketing, there a difference. Anyway, Honey & Gold has some cool ass products for women like a 24K Women's Beverage called the Signature Elixir. It's an organic drink with little pieces of edible gold inside. It helps us girls out with our lady issues like cleaning out the vajayjay, reducing cramps and all that good stuff. They have other cool stuff like gold covered tea cones, and a Yoni egg for vajayjay exercises. Now I'm not asking you to buy anything (but if you did donate, I wouldn't hate you or anything like that you know wink, wink). I just need your help spreading the word. You know, tell somebody who knows somebody, who knows somebody, who knows the friend of the cousin of Oprah's long lost sister. IDK. But any help is BIG help. I promise to remember you when I blow up and I'll buy you a lollipop to show my gratitude. Guys are welcome to spread the word too, but use the Yoni egg at your own risk.
So here's the 411. Click here -- > Honey & Gold Indiegogo Campaign - Women's Health Beverage to learn more about the company, buy some products, fund the campaign, check out our social media sites, OR JUST TO SEE WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!
Thank you for listening all. You are a gentleman and a scholar.
Deuces
-S
Back to the topic. ("Actually forgot it, Ho's, Money, I'm the shit, Oh Yea I'm Reminded --> J-Cole, Back to the Topic - Friday Night Lights Album). Alrighty then, so I realized something after seeing a bum on the train last night. It's honestly seriously time for me to start looking for another job. How'd I come to this realization from a homeless bum on the train you ask? Hold on, stop interrupting my train of thought with your train of thought and let me explain.
This semester, I go to school Tuesday nights and I get out roughly between 9 and 9:30pm. So I got out of class and wait for the B train at Rockefeller Center. When the B train gets there, I'm standing right between two cars. To my left, is a pretty empty car. To my right is a car with the bum. For some STRANGE reason, unbeknownst to me, I decided to go into the car with the bum inside. I have no idea what possessed me to ride in that car. I mean it ain't like he was cute or nothing. But there was this strange feeling of comfort that I had going into that train car even though knowing there was a bum there.
Anywhoo, fast forward 3 minutes later. I see this bum eating a container of rice (I think it was Halal chicken and rice) like it was going out of style. I am a Haitian American and I have been to Haiti 3 or 4 times in my life and neither here nor there have I ever seen a person eat rice like that. I mean I've seen some hungry people in my day, I've watched those Christian Children's Fund infomercials from time to time. But I have NEVER EVER seen ANYONE down ANY meal like that in my life. I'm pretty sure that if he had teeth, he would have eaten the aluminum container. Shit, after seeing that I safely tucked the rest of my burrito in my bag in case he wanted to eat that and my arm.
As I'm watching this bum eat every last grain from the container, I realized something. I KNOW THIS GUY!!! He is a regular patron at the library that I work at and he usually comes in to borrow a laptop. I was like "Shiiiiiiittt. No wonder I felt comfortable with this guy. Me and dude go way back." But I was hell bent on not letting him see my face, because the only thing more horrible than having a bum start a conversation with you on the train is having a bum YOU KNOW start a conversation with you on the train. Plus, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about the library after both being in the library at work and talking about it (the marketing part of it) all evening at school. So in an attempt to be INCONSPICUOUS, I hunched down in my chair and started combing my hair over my faces to conceal my identity.
And it worked! Homie got off at Atlantic Ave and I continued my journey home having dodged a huge, homeless bullet. But then I started thinking. I wonder if people were curious as to why I was using my hair like Captain America's shield to hide myself. But then I started asking myself, how many people on this train have ever had to hide from a homeless guy who regulars their job? I'm no mathematician or statistician or anything but I'm pretty sure the answer is one. THIS ONE GIRL OVER HERE!
So I now realized. IT'S TIME TO GO. I'm sure no one else has to worry about running into bums that they know on a first name basis on their way home. I've been feeling like this for a loooonnnnng time now but I've been comfortable. Anyone who works at a library can tell you, this is one of the most comfortable jobs you can have. It doesn't take much effort and you can completely forget about work once your off the clock. No taking work home, no stressing over deadlines or projects...Uhmmm..Why do I want to leave again?
Oh yeah, the homeless guy for one. The fact that I'll complete my MBA by May next year also. And the fact that as easy as it is, I DO NOT LOVE THIS JOB. I go in, have my outer body experience for three and a half hours then leave and everyday think of that Stacie Orrico "There's Gotta Be (More to Life)" (and if you don't know that song shame on you! BTW Where's Stacie at these days son? Can you say Comeback 2012!?!). So mark it on your calendars all. I gotta get out of there someway, somehow soon! I found love in the hopeless place of marketing and advertising anyways. No more homeless frenemies on the train for this gyal.
(SideNote/Marketing practice/Help A Sista Out with her Internship/Spread The Word)
Right now, I'm interning for a small women's company called Honey & Gold, and we are trying to get some funding. Now I ain't gonna be selling anything to you. That's not my style and that's tacky. I'm in marketing, there a difference. Anyway, Honey & Gold has some cool ass products for women like a 24K Women's Beverage called the Signature Elixir. It's an organic drink with little pieces of edible gold inside. It helps us girls out with our lady issues like cleaning out the vajayjay, reducing cramps and all that good stuff. They have other cool stuff like gold covered tea cones, and a Yoni egg for vajayjay exercises. Now I'm not asking you to buy anything (but if you did donate, I wouldn't hate you or anything like that you know wink, wink). I just need your help spreading the word. You know, tell somebody who knows somebody, who knows somebody, who knows the friend of the cousin of Oprah's long lost sister. IDK. But any help is BIG help. I promise to remember you when I blow up and I'll buy you a lollipop to show my gratitude. Guys are welcome to spread the word too, but use the Yoni egg at your own risk.
So here's the 411. Click here -- > Honey & Gold Indiegogo Campaign - Women's Health Beverage to learn more about the company, buy some products, fund the campaign, check out our social media sites, OR JUST TO SEE WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!
Thank you for listening all. You are a gentleman and a scholar.
Deuces
-S
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Bitch It Out: People on Trial - Subway Series Part 1 of 3
Hey ya!
I'm back. Chillin in the cut. I have a lot on my plate right now but I decided to take some time to talk to my one reader. (Hey reader! How u livin -in my Biggie voice- what's good baby baby?)
Anyways. I have another Bitch it Out for you. And this one is lonnngggg over due!!! Now this is nothing that has happened to me DIRECTLY like my other B.I.O posts (stands for Bitch It Out in case some of you are having trouble with the acrynom. Shoot, I know it happens to me about every other day). This one is about something that has been grinding my gears for a while now and it needs to be addressed. In the people's trial. TODAY!
Case #102 Offender 2
Like my first People on Trial case, this to has to do with the stinkin train station. There is no offender. Nope not one. BUT a whole gang of offenders. Yea and their called those stinking kids who perform on the train on my way to, from, EVERY single destination I EVER have on the train!!! Come on, y'all know who I'm talking about. It's like a universal experience for every New Yorker. You're on the train, trying to mind your business (even though you're probably just reading the Us Magazine over the shoulder of the girl standing next to you). But you know what it is, you're packed like sardines into a crowded train car, trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible without smelling anybody's nasty breath all over you and then you hear it.
"You know what time it is...SHOWTIME ...You know what time is...SHOWTIME!"
(Rolling Eyes) Ugggggghhh. It has literally become second nature for me to roll my eyes every time I hear them screech. I mean what do I have to do to escape these creatures. They show up on every train, on every train line, in every borough, on every platform I'm EVER on. It's like they're tailing me (a conspiracy by the man i'm sure. Okay, enough psycho babble). And the only thing more frightening then their constant presence is their lack of talent.
I have seen:
-One of the worse Michael Jackson imitations of my life. It would make Michael turn in his grave and make Joe go all Mortal Kombat on his ass.
-So many fitted hat choreography FAILS it's ridiculous. (And since when did dancing become about juggling a fitted cap on various parts of your prepubescent bodies anyways?)
-I've seen more splits, flips and twirls than I've seen at a Cirque Du Soleil performance. Face it, you guys are not Spiderman, stop with the swinging and climbing already. And the breakdancing? What's the point of dragging yourself across a disgustingly dirty train floor? The same floor that that other homeless guy over there just soiled himself on? AND WHAT'S WITH THE POLE DANCING? If I wanted to see a bunch of guys dancing on a pole (which I don't) I would watch that movie "Magic Mike."
I'm back. Chillin in the cut. I have a lot on my plate right now but I decided to take some time to talk to my one reader. (Hey reader! How u livin -in my Biggie voice- what's good baby baby?)
Anyways. I have another Bitch it Out for you. And this one is lonnngggg over due!!! Now this is nothing that has happened to me DIRECTLY like my other B.I.O posts (stands for Bitch It Out in case some of you are having trouble with the acrynom. Shoot, I know it happens to me about every other day). This one is about something that has been grinding my gears for a while now and it needs to be addressed. In the people's trial. TODAY!
Case #102 Offender 2
Like my first People on Trial case, this to has to do with the stinkin train station. There is no offender. Nope not one. BUT a whole gang of offenders. Yea and their called those stinking kids who perform on the train on my way to, from, EVERY single destination I EVER have on the train!!! Come on, y'all know who I'm talking about. It's like a universal experience for every New Yorker. You're on the train, trying to mind your business (even though you're probably just reading the Us Magazine over the shoulder of the girl standing next to you). But you know what it is, you're packed like sardines into a crowded train car, trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible without smelling anybody's nasty breath all over you and then you hear it.
"You know what time it is...SHOWTIME ...You know what time is...SHOWTIME!"
(Rolling Eyes) Ugggggghhh. It has literally become second nature for me to roll my eyes every time I hear them screech. I mean what do I have to do to escape these creatures. They show up on every train, on every train line, in every borough, on every platform I'm EVER on. It's like they're tailing me (a conspiracy by the man i'm sure. Okay, enough psycho babble). And the only thing more frightening then their constant presence is their lack of talent.
I have seen:
-One of the worse Michael Jackson imitations of my life. It would make Michael turn in his grave and make Joe go all Mortal Kombat on his ass.
-So many fitted hat choreography FAILS it's ridiculous. (And since when did dancing become about juggling a fitted cap on various parts of your prepubescent bodies anyways?)
-I've seen more splits, flips and twirls than I've seen at a Cirque Du Soleil performance. Face it, you guys are not Spiderman, stop with the swinging and climbing already. And the breakdancing? What's the point of dragging yourself across a disgustingly dirty train floor? The same floor that that other homeless guy over there just soiled himself on? AND WHAT'S WITH THE POLE DANCING? If I wanted to see a bunch of guys dancing on a pole (which I don't) I would watch that movie "Magic Mike."
The list can go on for hours but frankly (yawwwnnn) I'm boring myself just talking about this. This has got to stop. It's way too frequent now. It's like these people do it for the sole purpose of making our train rides just that much more unbearable. It has gotten so bad that I can't even pretend to play a game of chess on my iPhone in peace. (It's just that when people see you play chess on your phone, they're like whoa she must be some kind of genius, you know!)
The Jury has reached it's verdict! And the verdict is: GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY all around! Every last teenager, every last freaking one of them, who come into the train and yell that dumb SHOWTIME line and do that clap crap (you know the clap...clap...clap, clap, clap, clap rhythm) and play that God awful music. YOU ARE ALL GUILTY! Guilty for of making my train ride a chore. Guilty for reflecting badly on REAL dancers with your antics, and once again guilty for MAKING MY TRAIN RIDE MORE UNBEARABLE!!!
The sentence: I hereby sentence all of you to STOP!!! S-T-O-P spells STOP IT RIGHT NOW DAMMIT! Whatever happened to the olden golden days where young whippersnappers like you young cats would get a real after school job like bagging groceries, babysitting, mowing lawns, cleaning pools, etc? You know the jobs that would keep you out of the streets yet keep you out of our way at the same time? I'm tired of coming home from work after a long day and having to be subject to this shit. I mean how many times to I have to pretend to sleep just so I don't have to look at you? Because evverrryone knows if I look, I would be obligated to give up some cash because I watched your little show. Have you guys noticed that the REAL talented performers are on 42nd and 34th street? If you kids are SERIOUS about you craft. Practice and start dancing there. NOT on the trains. I don't need people flipping in my face, and stripteasing on a pole when I'm simply trying to get to where I have to go. You do not work at Chippendales, ain't no reason for all that to be going on around me on a subway car.
Now please, leave us all alone! We don't want to watch you dance and we damn sure don't want to give you our money. Stay in school and DO do us a favor and lose your day job.
Day one of court is adjourned!
Laters, baby
-S
P.S. I found out that blogger has an app so that means I can blog from my iPad or my iPhone anywhere, anytime which means more I could write posts. But I'm not going to. So yeah. Okay I'm leaving now. Lol
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Cancun 2012
After writing the other post, I'm pooped. I'm not even sure if what i'm saying is going to make any sense. I think I'm still drunk of the tequila. So I'll make all our lives a lot easierby keeping it short and simple. I just want to share some of the fun, interesting and disturbing things I saw and learned on my trip.
Waiting At the Airport
The other intersting thing is the temple in Coba. It is the only ancient building that people are still allowed to climb, in which you can't do in Chichen Itza. But did I climb it all the way to the top? HELL NAHHH!!! The structure was a little too unstable for me. You dead ass had to get down the stairs either using a rope or sitting on one stair and then sitting on the next one and so on and so on. No thank you. Didn't want to die on my flight to ATL and I didn't want to die then. This is me on the temple steps. I'm the black figure sitting, clinging to the stairs for dear life.
Waiting At the Airport
While waiting for our flight to Atlanta, I saw this "man" wearing this get up. ---------------------------------------------------->>>>
SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
When I saw him, I had to do a double take. Is this man walking around butt ass naked? Turned out he had pants on. But seriously, how could they let this guy ---------------------------------->>> get past security. But I guess he didn't pose a threat because he literally had nothing on him. He needed to be arrested by the NYPD, TSA, Customs, the fashion police, or somebody. There is absolutely NO REASON for this man right ova chere to be wearing those PUM PUM SHORTS. UNACCEPTABLE!!! I don't know what upsets me more, the fact that he is wearing those pum pum shorts or the fact that his old lady allowed his little pot belly self slip into those joints and actually LEAVE the house. SMH Only in America ya'll.
ATLANTA
Even though my time in ATL was short lived, I was fascinated by it. I am definetely going to have to make plans for a trip there and all the sweet southerness they have to offer. Their airport is HUGE and they have the most AWESOME form of getting around the airport called the plane train. (Earth to Laguardia and JFK airports!!!!) We stayed at the Renaissance Hotel, which is part of the Marriot. And it was realllllly nice. This is the view from inside the elevator.
We passed a waffle house but, we could eat there, since we didn't have much time, but I was fienin for some Chicken and Waffles (yea those southern mannerism get into your blood stream quick lol). And the concept of Southern hospitality is severely understated. Those were some of the most laid back, nicest, happiest people I've seen in a verrrryyyyy long time. They make us New Yorkers seem like savages. Between the people in ATL and Mexico, I really learned that taking it easy is important in life. It makes for a happier me. And a happy me, is a happy everybody.
COBA
If you want to go to Mexcio to do more than party but actually have a cultural experience, visiting an ancient Mayan civilization is a unique experience. We had the choice between Coba and the more popular Chichen Itza. Even though I REALLLLYYYY wanted to do Chichen Itza, Coba offered more of a variety of excursions for free. Once I heard free, I mean how could I turn it down? So we went kayaking , which I SUCK at. You just don't ask a directionally challenged person to steer any kind of boat, no matter what size it is. We constantly found ourselves going around into circles and backing into bushes and shit. No grassy ass.
But the two most interesting this we did was go repelling into a deep cave. (Sidenote: our tour guide, Gabe, was awesome and supperrr cute, he helped reassure me a few times that I wasn't gonna die). This is me repelling into the sinkhole. This was scary and exciting as hell. The cave was full of bats and was a few hundred feet deep. In this picture, I was just about at the top, about to lower myself. I mask my fear well pretty well don't you think?
The other intersting thing is the temple in Coba. It is the only ancient building that people are still allowed to climb, in which you can't do in Chichen Itza. But did I climb it all the way to the top? HELL NAHHH!!! The structure was a little too unstable for me. You dead ass had to get down the stairs either using a rope or sitting on one stair and then sitting on the next one and so on and so on. No thank you. Didn't want to die on my flight to ATL and I didn't want to die then. This is me on the temple steps. I'm the black figure sitting, clinging to the stairs for dear life.
It doesn't look that hight in this picture but trust me, this joint was HIGH. We also experienced a traditional Mayan ritual ceremony and we ate traditional Mayan food prepared by the women of the villiage. It was quite an experience, that I think everyone should experience at least once in their lives.
5th (5ta) Avenue/ Senor Frogs.
This is a long shopping district in Playa de Carmen, where you can get your souvenirs, you can go to the beautiful Playa de Carmen, which is the gorgeous beach and you can also go to Senor Frog's. If you have to choose only one thing to do, GO TO SENOR FROG'S. They are SOOOO much fun. You never need to go anywhere else to party. I wish my job was a quarter as much fun as them. If an employee or customer breaks something, it doesn't get taken from the paycheck,. They just have to run into the ocean, clothing and all. They have some hilarious signs that the put pointing to people and their drinks are awesome and STRONG. We salsa danced and the crew was just FUN. You can have the most borning trip ever, but if you come here, you are guarenteed fun. This is me and Mr Frog's getting to know one another better.
And this is Mexican Michael Jackson lol.
Random pic.
There are more pics on my FB page and more to come.
Adios Contaminos
- S
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Bitch It Out: Companies on Blast 2: Spirit Airlines
THIS IS A LONG ONE!!! Took me 3 hrs to write so enjoy!!! (Sidenote Suggestion: I think it's best to read this post 1st to get the gist of what I'm talking about with the next post)
Hiyoooooo!!!! I know, I know! (singing Rihanna: Wherrrrrre haaavvvee yoouuu beeeen, allll myyyyy lieeeeeiiifffee?)
I've been around and recently I've been to Cancun/Playa De Carmen, Mexico. It was a truly amazing trip and there is another blog post here ---> Cancun 2012 <---- that will explain the good. This post is to bitch about the bad and the ugly, and trust me it doesn't get badder or uglier than Spirit Airlines! Don't believe me? Just keep reading. I have a great imagination but honestly you CAN NOT make shit like this up!!!!!!!!
Here we go! So my friends and I booked a 6 Day/5 Night stay in Cancun via bookit.com, (these people will also be getting a side Bitch It Out Blast! I'm out for blood today, hmph). We booked our trip since January 2012. So on Sunday, we went to Laguardia airport expecting to spend a portion of the day travelling to Cancun and we were suppose to get there around 4pm Mexico time. The gods had something else in mind for use that day.
ARRIVING - NYC to MEXICO
So my flight with Spirit was at 10:30am and I arrived at the airport around 8am for checkin (I really hate the two hour rule. I think it's just a ploy to get people to buy stuff in the airport! Duty Free products anyone?) So once I got there, the line for Spirit was wrapped for days and reached the nearby counter of the airline next to use. I was already upset learning that there is a limit of 40lbs on the bags and that there is a $43 baggage fee for ANY bag and a $40 baggage fee for a carry on? (Cheap ass airline. Who charges for a carry on?) But after my near heart attack and a few weeks of coping, I made not peace but .........with the ridiculous baggage fees. I even went as far as to have the exact weight and price for the bag. Anywhooo, so we stand and wait about an HOUR on the line and some airline employees tell us to move to another line. We move to another line and I'm figuring that they opened another counter to make the line move faster. BUT NOOOOOOO.....This was just the beginning of a horrible nightmare! As we're standing and waiting with NO ONE giving us any information as to what is going on, about 20-25 mins go by and we find out that our flight was CANCELLED!!!
Cancelled? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN OUR FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED? I have been checking the weather on my iPhone for the past 2 WEEKS and it will be 88 degrees and sunny in Cancun ALL WEEK. WTH? Why is it cancelled? So as my friends and I stand there, people are starting to get very aggrevated at the lack of detail. Finally, some dude from Spirit announces that our flight to Fort Lauderdale, (which was suppose to connect us to the flight to Cancun) was cancelled because..................................drumroll please..............................................................
THE FLIGHT CREW DID NOT SHOW UP!!!
.................................................BATHROOM BREAK......................................................
That's right. The flight crew DID NOT show up. (Silence)......What does that even mean? You mean that the ticket I purchased SIX months ago isn't valid because the people who work for YOU did'nt feel like getting there asses to work that day? You do not even know how PISSED off I was. There are no words in the dictionary to describe this. And if you think it's that bad, it only gets worse. We get to the checkin counter and we ask the guy "So wassup? What are we suppose to do now?" Here we are thinking they will have another flight later that day or that they would put us on a different airline to Fort Lauderdale so we can catch our connecting flight. We still had time, since our connecting flight was at 2pm.
You know what the Spirit guy told us? "The next available flight we can put you on is on July 4th." Mind you it was July 1st and we booked the hotel until July 6th. We said "Hell NO! You're gonna have to do better than that. We need to leave America TODAY!" So after who knows how long, the guy tells us to try and see if American Airlines has a flight leaving NY for Cancun the same day. What we planned on doing was getting reimbursted by Spirit and booking with American Airlines for a non-stop to Cancun. So we ran alllllll the way down to the American Airlines counter to ask about any last min flights. They told us of 2 that day in JFK airport that they could get us on. So it was just a matter of getting Spirit to get us our money back! (The lady at American was sooo helpful, she told us about how Spirit was a horrible airline, that charges for EVERYTHING and use old plane parts in their aircrafts. She told us how they refuse to "play nice" with other airlines - which was why it was so hard for use to get another flight - and she even said she would choose fly every other airline in the world before she'd fly Spirit! You go girl).
.....................................................INTERMISSION.............................................................
After about an hour and a half of trying to get to another flight, Spirit's reimbursement would have taken about a week to get back into the bank account. So after exchanging some words, we had to get the manager to get us on another flight. However, they would not purchase from the airlines who were basically standing right next to them. Instead they purchased the ticket from orbitz.com. Something I could have done myself. The flight that they put us one was not either of th e TWO available flights to from American Airlines, but it was some flight on Delta to Atlanta leaving at 7pm and we would have a connecting flight leaving at 8am from ATL to Cancun and she said that was the best they can do. By that time I realized "we're not getting to Cancun today." (We were suppose to be in Cancun already however. We found out later that our names were even on the flight list and that bookit.com put the wrong flight on our itinerary and that we were suppose to be on the Spirit flight that took off at 6am that day, NOT the flight that was cancelled. - roll my eyes, GET IT TOGETHER PEOPLE!). But I sure as shit knew that I was NOT going back home and I was NOT staying in New York that day. So we tried to get Spirit to to pay for the hotel in ATL as well as transportation to and from the hotel. The was hard as hell to budge but they agreed to pay for them. HOWEVER, in the last minute, the manager told us that Spirit has told them that they are not allowed to do anything else for customers, so we would have to pay for the hotel ourselves. (Seriously?What do you mean you can't do anything else for customers, it's YOUR fault, and this is a CUSTOMER SERVICE BUSINESS DAMMIT!!!). Instead they decided to give us a $21 luinch voucher and sent us away.
I was happy that Delta offered 1 free bag so I was able to save my $43 and was way under the 50 lbs limit. However, the Delta flight was insane itself. Our flight was at 7pm, yet we didn't take off until 9:30pm because of "winds in Atlanta" or something like that. So once we FINALLY took off, everything was finally moving and I was happy to get off the ground and out of NYC. However, halfway through we experience turbulance sooo turbulancy (gonna have to double check if that's a word, I'm pretty sure it's not), but the turbulance was so wicked, I thought I was gonna die. I love flying but for the 1st time I really thought I wasn't gonna make it to Cancun. It was that bad, my friend is a nervous flyer so she was in bad shape and another lady threw up twice and passed out in the middle of the isle. But all in all we got to ATL (very nice airport) and finally made it Cancun, even though we lost a day from our vacation.
DEPARTING - MEXICO TO NYC
All trip long, we tried to avoid talking about Spirit Airlines because we remembered that we were going to have to fly back with them and let's face it, if you want to ruin a good time, think of those raggedy bums. ANYWAYS, so we arrived at the airport and the line for spirit was long (as usual) and we were getting ready for checkin. Once we to the checkin counter I weighed my bag and it was about 46 lbs because of the souvenirs and the liquor I bought in Mexico. So they charged me $43 for just having a bag and an additional $25 for agrand total of $68 to flight one God forsaken bag. I had half a mond to just toss the bag but I had too many new shirts and dressed (and liquor) that I just didn't have the heart to get rid of. So when I take my money out to pay, the Mexican Spirit man tells me that they don't accept American money and that I can only pay in pesos or credit. I don't usually travel internationally with any credit or bank cards so I would have had to pay over $1,000 in pesos. When I looked into my wallet, I had $134 in pesos. So as pissed as I was, I asked the guy if there was a place to convert the pesos and he said it was past security but if I do that I would have to pay $80 instead of $63. Why I'd be paying $17 more? Because they currency rate in the airport is less somehow IDK. So I was able to get my friend to pay with her card and I payed her back on the spot.
So we finally got past security and we went to Duty Free and bought some more liquor :-). So everything was smooth sailing from then and I thought the worse was over. HAHAHAHAHA BOY WAS I WRONG. Our flight from Cancun to Fort Lauderdale was at 12pm, and our flight from Fort Lauderdale to NYC was at 4pm. Seems like plenty of time right? Wrong!!! You want to know why? Two words. CUSTOMS and TSA. Spirit didn't realize that connecting flights works best so close together WHEN YOUR'E CONNECTING FROM THE SAME COUNTRY!!! We landed in Fort Lauderdale around 2:30pm and boarding for our next flight was 3:15. That only left us with about 45 mins to get off the plane (with people who love to carry loads of lugage, and go through customs (even though my customs guy was a hottie who gave me a refreshing brief conversation - Gotta find the light in the tunnel somehow right?). To add insult to injury, once we left customs we all had to go TO baggage claim, get our bags, put our Duty Free purchases inside and RECHECKIN our luggage then we had to pass through TSA and finally run to the gate that was boarding the plane.
............................................CIGARRETTE BREAK.......................................................
Back so soon? Don't worry, the stories almost done. I'm getting horrible flashbacks just writing this stupid thing. SCREW SPIRIT
That's right. Beside ill scheduling of the layover time between the plane and it's connecting flight, Spirit would not reload our bags onto the connecting flight. We had to check in AGAIN. When we tried to check in, there was no one at the checkin counter becuase they were upstairs but they didn't have a sign stating this. And the stupid man from Jetblue caught an attitude with us for not knowing that (I had to ask him if he was retarded, I mean how were WE suppose to know this?) So we had to run upstairs, checkin the bags, run through TSA, who like to take their sweet time, and then run to our gate to catch our flight with about 5 mins to spare before they took off.
Spirit airlines is the jackass off all jackass companies. They'll charged for drinks on the plane, for bags, for being alive, for breathing etc. It's companies like these that make flying a nightmare. I would wish Spirit on my worse enemies and in fact if they told me they were flying Spirit I would book them a first class ticket on any other airline before I let them leave the earth on Spirit.
I am looking to take some kind of legal action against these clowns because, many people that I know of when they hear Spirit, they automatically associate them with a bad experience.
A word of advice to Spirit Airlines: You are customer service, that is what you do. Stating that you can do nothing more for customers is how you lose business not gain any. There's a difference between being cheap and being frugal. AND YOU ARE CHEAPER THAN CHEAP. You are selfish and connoving and constantly trying to get over on people gets you nowhere. So pack your bags (paying $43 per bag of course) and beat it. I can guarentee your services will no longer be needed by me ever again. I rather fly in an Airline with Helen Keller as my pilot a million times over before I ever set foot in your airline again.
I got a REAL plane to catch. Now Roger That
F*%K Around and Never Get Rogered Back - Lil Wayne
-S
Hiyoooooo!!!! I know, I know! (singing Rihanna: Wherrrrrre haaavvvee yoouuu beeeen, allll myyyyy lieeeeeiiifffee?)
I've been around and recently I've been to Cancun/Playa De Carmen, Mexico. It was a truly amazing trip and there is another blog post here ---> Cancun 2012 <---- that will explain the good. This post is to bitch about the bad and the ugly, and trust me it doesn't get badder or uglier than Spirit Airlines! Don't believe me? Just keep reading. I have a great imagination but honestly you CAN NOT make shit like this up!!!!!!!!
Here we go! So my friends and I booked a 6 Day/5 Night stay in Cancun via bookit.com, (these people will also be getting a side Bitch It Out Blast! I'm out for blood today, hmph). We booked our trip since January 2012. So on Sunday, we went to Laguardia airport expecting to spend a portion of the day travelling to Cancun and we were suppose to get there around 4pm Mexico time. The gods had something else in mind for use that day.
ARRIVING - NYC to MEXICO
So my flight with Spirit was at 10:30am and I arrived at the airport around 8am for checkin (I really hate the two hour rule. I think it's just a ploy to get people to buy stuff in the airport! Duty Free products anyone?) So once I got there, the line for Spirit was wrapped for days and reached the nearby counter of the airline next to use. I was already upset learning that there is a limit of 40lbs on the bags and that there is a $43 baggage fee for ANY bag and a $40 baggage fee for a carry on? (Cheap ass airline. Who charges for a carry on?) But after my near heart attack and a few weeks of coping, I made not peace but .........with the ridiculous baggage fees. I even went as far as to have the exact weight and price for the bag. Anywhooo, so we stand and wait about an HOUR on the line and some airline employees tell us to move to another line. We move to another line and I'm figuring that they opened another counter to make the line move faster. BUT NOOOOOOO.....This was just the beginning of a horrible nightmare! As we're standing and waiting with NO ONE giving us any information as to what is going on, about 20-25 mins go by and we find out that our flight was CANCELLED!!!
Cancelled? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN OUR FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED? I have been checking the weather on my iPhone for the past 2 WEEKS and it will be 88 degrees and sunny in Cancun ALL WEEK. WTH? Why is it cancelled? So as my friends and I stand there, people are starting to get very aggrevated at the lack of detail. Finally, some dude from Spirit announces that our flight to Fort Lauderdale, (which was suppose to connect us to the flight to Cancun) was cancelled because..................................drumroll please..............................................................
THE FLIGHT CREW DID NOT SHOW UP!!!
.................................................BATHROOM BREAK......................................................
That's right. The flight crew DID NOT show up. (Silence)......What does that even mean? You mean that the ticket I purchased SIX months ago isn't valid because the people who work for YOU did'nt feel like getting there asses to work that day? You do not even know how PISSED off I was. There are no words in the dictionary to describe this. And if you think it's that bad, it only gets worse. We get to the checkin counter and we ask the guy "So wassup? What are we suppose to do now?" Here we are thinking they will have another flight later that day or that they would put us on a different airline to Fort Lauderdale so we can catch our connecting flight. We still had time, since our connecting flight was at 2pm.
You know what the Spirit guy told us? "The next available flight we can put you on is on July 4th." Mind you it was July 1st and we booked the hotel until July 6th. We said "Hell NO! You're gonna have to do better than that. We need to leave America TODAY!" So after who knows how long, the guy tells us to try and see if American Airlines has a flight leaving NY for Cancun the same day. What we planned on doing was getting reimbursted by Spirit and booking with American Airlines for a non-stop to Cancun. So we ran alllllll the way down to the American Airlines counter to ask about any last min flights. They told us of 2 that day in JFK airport that they could get us on. So it was just a matter of getting Spirit to get us our money back! (The lady at American was sooo helpful, she told us about how Spirit was a horrible airline, that charges for EVERYTHING and use old plane parts in their aircrafts. She told us how they refuse to "play nice" with other airlines - which was why it was so hard for use to get another flight - and she even said she would choose fly every other airline in the world before she'd fly Spirit! You go girl).
.....................................................INTERMISSION.............................................................
After about an hour and a half of trying to get to another flight, Spirit's reimbursement would have taken about a week to get back into the bank account. So after exchanging some words, we had to get the manager to get us on another flight. However, they would not purchase from the airlines who were basically standing right next to them. Instead they purchased the ticket from orbitz.com. Something I could have done myself. The flight that they put us one was not either of th e TWO available flights to from American Airlines, but it was some flight on Delta to Atlanta leaving at 7pm and we would have a connecting flight leaving at 8am from ATL to Cancun and she said that was the best they can do. By that time I realized "we're not getting to Cancun today." (We were suppose to be in Cancun already however. We found out later that our names were even on the flight list and that bookit.com put the wrong flight on our itinerary and that we were suppose to be on the Spirit flight that took off at 6am that day, NOT the flight that was cancelled. - roll my eyes, GET IT TOGETHER PEOPLE!). But I sure as shit knew that I was NOT going back home and I was NOT staying in New York that day. So we tried to get Spirit to to pay for the hotel in ATL as well as transportation to and from the hotel. The was hard as hell to budge but they agreed to pay for them. HOWEVER, in the last minute, the manager told us that Spirit has told them that they are not allowed to do anything else for customers, so we would have to pay for the hotel ourselves. (Seriously?What do you mean you can't do anything else for customers, it's YOUR fault, and this is a CUSTOMER SERVICE BUSINESS DAMMIT!!!). Instead they decided to give us a $21 luinch voucher and sent us away.
I was happy that Delta offered 1 free bag so I was able to save my $43 and was way under the 50 lbs limit. However, the Delta flight was insane itself. Our flight was at 7pm, yet we didn't take off until 9:30pm because of "winds in Atlanta" or something like that. So once we FINALLY took off, everything was finally moving and I was happy to get off the ground and out of NYC. However, halfway through we experience turbulance sooo turbulancy (gonna have to double check if that's a word, I'm pretty sure it's not), but the turbulance was so wicked, I thought I was gonna die. I love flying but for the 1st time I really thought I wasn't gonna make it to Cancun. It was that bad, my friend is a nervous flyer so she was in bad shape and another lady threw up twice and passed out in the middle of the isle. But all in all we got to ATL (very nice airport) and finally made it Cancun, even though we lost a day from our vacation.
DEPARTING - MEXICO TO NYC
All trip long, we tried to avoid talking about Spirit Airlines because we remembered that we were going to have to fly back with them and let's face it, if you want to ruin a good time, think of those raggedy bums. ANYWAYS, so we arrived at the airport and the line for spirit was long (as usual) and we were getting ready for checkin. Once we to the checkin counter I weighed my bag and it was about 46 lbs because of the souvenirs and the liquor I bought in Mexico. So they charged me $43 for just having a bag and an additional $25 for agrand total of $68 to flight one God forsaken bag. I had half a mond to just toss the bag but I had too many new shirts and dressed (and liquor) that I just didn't have the heart to get rid of. So when I take my money out to pay, the Mexican Spirit man tells me that they don't accept American money and that I can only pay in pesos or credit. I don't usually travel internationally with any credit or bank cards so I would have had to pay over $1,000 in pesos. When I looked into my wallet, I had $134 in pesos. So as pissed as I was, I asked the guy if there was a place to convert the pesos and he said it was past security but if I do that I would have to pay $80 instead of $63. Why I'd be paying $17 more? Because they currency rate in the airport is less somehow IDK. So I was able to get my friend to pay with her card and I payed her back on the spot.
So we finally got past security and we went to Duty Free and bought some more liquor :-). So everything was smooth sailing from then and I thought the worse was over. HAHAHAHAHA BOY WAS I WRONG. Our flight from Cancun to Fort Lauderdale was at 12pm, and our flight from Fort Lauderdale to NYC was at 4pm. Seems like plenty of time right? Wrong!!! You want to know why? Two words. CUSTOMS and TSA. Spirit didn't realize that connecting flights works best so close together WHEN YOUR'E CONNECTING FROM THE SAME COUNTRY!!! We landed in Fort Lauderdale around 2:30pm and boarding for our next flight was 3:15. That only left us with about 45 mins to get off the plane (with people who love to carry loads of lugage, and go through customs (even though my customs guy was a hottie who gave me a refreshing brief conversation - Gotta find the light in the tunnel somehow right?). To add insult to injury, once we left customs we all had to go TO baggage claim, get our bags, put our Duty Free purchases inside and RECHECKIN our luggage then we had to pass through TSA and finally run to the gate that was boarding the plane.
............................................CIGARRETTE BREAK.......................................................
Back so soon? Don't worry, the stories almost done. I'm getting horrible flashbacks just writing this stupid thing. SCREW SPIRIT
That's right. Beside ill scheduling of the layover time between the plane and it's connecting flight, Spirit would not reload our bags onto the connecting flight. We had to check in AGAIN. When we tried to check in, there was no one at the checkin counter becuase they were upstairs but they didn't have a sign stating this. And the stupid man from Jetblue caught an attitude with us for not knowing that (I had to ask him if he was retarded, I mean how were WE suppose to know this?) So we had to run upstairs, checkin the bags, run through TSA, who like to take their sweet time, and then run to our gate to catch our flight with about 5 mins to spare before they took off.
Spirit airlines is the jackass off all jackass companies. They'll charged for drinks on the plane, for bags, for being alive, for breathing etc. It's companies like these that make flying a nightmare. I would wish Spirit on my worse enemies and in fact if they told me they were flying Spirit I would book them a first class ticket on any other airline before I let them leave the earth on Spirit.
I am looking to take some kind of legal action against these clowns because, many people that I know of when they hear Spirit, they automatically associate them with a bad experience.
A word of advice to Spirit Airlines: You are customer service, that is what you do. Stating that you can do nothing more for customers is how you lose business not gain any. There's a difference between being cheap and being frugal. AND YOU ARE CHEAPER THAN CHEAP. You are selfish and connoving and constantly trying to get over on people gets you nowhere. So pack your bags (paying $43 per bag of course) and beat it. I can guarentee your services will no longer be needed by me ever again. I rather fly in an Airline with Helen Keller as my pilot a million times over before I ever set foot in your airline again.
I got a REAL plane to catch. Now Roger That
F*%K Around and Never Get Rogered Back - Lil Wayne
-S
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Just Checking In....No Biggie
Hey everybody!!!
I'm back from outer space, I just something something something something with that look upon your face. Ok I'm done.
I know it's been a while but inspiration is hard to come by when you're always depressed for no reason. Maybe it's the change in weather. Call me weird, but I like the cold. It allows me to hibernate like the bear that I am. But this isn't a therapy session, its just a short post letting you guys know what I've been up to.
Let's see. Well I finally got health insurance. :-). I've been without coverage about a year and a half now (partially because the gov'ts health sector is a joke, aannnd because I've been über L-A-Z-Y). What made me finally decide to walk alllll the way to Coney Island Hospital and get some insurance you ask? Simple. I was tired of using WebMD as my personal physician. Since I consider myself somewhat a hypochondriac, (word or the day! Google it!) if I got the smallest cough, sniffle, or spasm, I would quickly look up my symptoms on the very handy WebMD app and diagnose myself. In the past year and change I have "had" a Peptic Ulcer, Lumbar Strain, Thoracic Strain, Dementia, a Broken Foot, Mono, Bipolar Disorder, Gingivitis, Bird Flu etc. You name it, I diagnosed myself with it. After months of doing this I realized, the only way to actually confirm if I'm this diseased socially maladjusted psycho is to.....you guessed it, go to the doctor. On a serious note, It really showed me that something as simple as health insurance shouldn't be taken forgranted.
What else? I've been on a mission to find my adorable baby cousin some pants and this mission is turning out to be Mission Impossible. He's a newborn, now 1 month old and to my surprise there are just about NO clothes, let alone pants, for little baby boys. For some reason this really frustrates the hell out of me!!! All I want are some damn pants!!!! Yet all I found were nothing but girls clothes and skirts, and pink, and glitter. It feels like a unicorn shitted glitter and rainbows in every children's section in every store EVER!!! This to me is injustice. I mean are all little boys suppose to roll up on people in their onesies, all indignant and what not? Don't they deserve clothes too? And why do most of their their little pants look like pum pum shorts? Enough is enough. I won't stop until something is my mission is complete.
And the last little tidbit for the day? I had on probably the world's most itchiest weave. I mean I had no access to my scalp at all. It was so itchy I would scratch whatever skin I could find until I drew blood. Now I had this thing on for a montha nd people who know me know that I usually don't keep crap like this on my head for more than a couple of weeks. But I tried to get my money's worth and I did. My hair grew a bit HOWEVER, not before I shed more hair than a cat with Alopecia. It was horrible, but nothing is as bad as the little bald spot I now have from accidentally cutting my own hair in my attempt to remove the itchy concoction that was sewed upon my head. That's right, I said bald. As an eagle. Lucky my hair is natural so the naps just cover it up. Since my locs are very very very very very VERRRYYYYY fine, (I hate having fine hair btw, I feel like I'm gonna need Rogaine or hair plugs by the time I'm 25), if I had relaxed hair, I would look like this....
Yea. Enough said. The amount of hair loss I had trumped the growth. It's time I face the facts. My weak strands are too fragile for a weave. So I'm gonna try and stay away as much as possible, (except June/July because I'm going to Cancun and my own hair can't take that safari heat).
Anywhoo thats all the update I can think of now. I'll keep you guys posted on how Mission: Find Some Pants and Mission: Get an Official Check Up and Stop Playing MD.
You ain't gotta go home, but you gots to get the hell up off my page!!!
-S
I'm back from outer space, I just something something something something with that look upon your face. Ok I'm done.
I know it's been a while but inspiration is hard to come by when you're always depressed for no reason. Maybe it's the change in weather. Call me weird, but I like the cold. It allows me to hibernate like the bear that I am. But this isn't a therapy session, its just a short post letting you guys know what I've been up to.
Let's see. Well I finally got health insurance. :-). I've been without coverage about a year and a half now (partially because the gov'ts health sector is a joke, aannnd because I've been über L-A-Z-Y). What made me finally decide to walk alllll the way to Coney Island Hospital and get some insurance you ask? Simple. I was tired of using WebMD as my personal physician. Since I consider myself somewhat a hypochondriac, (word or the day! Google it!) if I got the smallest cough, sniffle, or spasm, I would quickly look up my symptoms on the very handy WebMD app and diagnose myself. In the past year and change I have "had" a Peptic Ulcer, Lumbar Strain, Thoracic Strain, Dementia, a Broken Foot, Mono, Bipolar Disorder, Gingivitis, Bird Flu etc. You name it, I diagnosed myself with it. After months of doing this I realized, the only way to actually confirm if I'm this diseased socially maladjusted psycho is to.....you guessed it, go to the doctor. On a serious note, It really showed me that something as simple as health insurance shouldn't be taken forgranted.
What else? I've been on a mission to find my adorable baby cousin some pants and this mission is turning out to be Mission Impossible. He's a newborn, now 1 month old and to my surprise there are just about NO clothes, let alone pants, for little baby boys. For some reason this really frustrates the hell out of me!!! All I want are some damn pants!!!! Yet all I found were nothing but girls clothes and skirts, and pink, and glitter. It feels like a unicorn shitted glitter and rainbows in every children's section in every store EVER!!! This to me is injustice. I mean are all little boys suppose to roll up on people in their onesies, all indignant and what not? Don't they deserve clothes too? And why do most of their their little pants look like pum pum shorts? Enough is enough. I won't stop until something is my mission is complete.
And the last little tidbit for the day? I had on probably the world's most itchiest weave. I mean I had no access to my scalp at all. It was so itchy I would scratch whatever skin I could find until I drew blood. Now I had this thing on for a montha nd people who know me know that I usually don't keep crap like this on my head for more than a couple of weeks. But I tried to get my money's worth and I did. My hair grew a bit HOWEVER, not before I shed more hair than a cat with Alopecia. It was horrible, but nothing is as bad as the little bald spot I now have from accidentally cutting my own hair in my attempt to remove the itchy concoction that was sewed upon my head. That's right, I said bald. As an eagle. Lucky my hair is natural so the naps just cover it up. Since my locs are very very very very very VERRRYYYYY fine, (I hate having fine hair btw, I feel like I'm gonna need Rogaine or hair plugs by the time I'm 25), if I had relaxed hair, I would look like this....
Anywhoo thats all the update I can think of now. I'll keep you guys posted on how Mission: Find Some Pants and Mission: Get an Official Check Up and Stop Playing MD.
You ain't gotta go home, but you gots to get the hell up off my page!!!
-S
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