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