Dear Mr. Zombie…

Your wife isnt that great of an actress. Yeah, shes pretty and nice to look at and everything, and thats cool…all scary movies need one of those..but that bitch should die within the first, ohh..lets see..3 minutes or so. And she should have no speaking parts, none. There was also no reason to have to show your wife naked in this movie. None, whatsoever. It had nothing to do with the story line and really just made me think “…wtf…” there are plenty of other opportunities to show other naked bitches in the movie, they were fine, but showing your wife completely nude was totally unnecessary.
Thanks,
Leslie.

Onto the movie review..
Not as good as the original. This movie just wasnt scary. It didnt have the sense of dread and the sense of fear that I expect to go along with Halloween. Some of the main characters in the movie were played by some..less than decent actors and thats ok, I like that about a movie, I like seeing faces im not familiar with, however, there was one face im MORE that familiar with and im tired of hearing her lame acting skills and seeing her boobs jiggle in EVERY ROB ZOMBIE FILM. Did this bitch get rejected from Suicide Girls or something? Is this why she feels to need to vandalize every Zombie film? I fucking LOVED “House of 1000…” and it made me wonder if maybe Rob Zombie was a better director than musician (certainly better than the ‘Rob Zombie’ electronic mish mash…but White Zombie is hard to compete with…). That movie was fast paced and straight to the point. Halloween..however..was not. Im thinking that Rob may have a hard time dealing with slow moving suspenseful movies. The character of Michael Myers was really cool, he looked awesome, nice and dirty like a mentally insane person should look..but this movie just lacked SOMETHING and the “feel good” point at the end almost made me puke. This movie was …less than a remake, and more like a different take on a classic film that tried really hard to do the film justice..but just couldnt. There was only one part in the movie I even came close to feeling “scared” about and even then I just went “Oh!” like an old woman who just walked in on her dead husband laying in the kitchen floor because shes expected that ho to die for like three years so shes really not THAT surprised that she walked in on it..kind of like my Neighbor Mrs. McGrady. Yeah. This movie made me feel like Mrs. McGrady and that, my friends..is not good.

Im glad I didnt see this in theatres..I could think of like..4 better things I could spend 9 bucks on…so..there you have it folks. If youre interested in watching this movie, leave me your e-mail in a comment. I dont want to post links here that lead to “illegally” obtained versions of movies..so..yeah. If you just happen to find 10 bucks laying on the ground and you cant think of ANYTHING to do with it..then definitely see this movie in theatres..but you should probably just buy a dime bag and watch Spongebob instead..

Yes. The new Rob Zombie version of Halloween is on the net. Im about to watch it right now..be jealous..be very jealous. Ill let you guys know how it is.

Some of you may remember me posting an entry about an episode of “Intervention” that I watched about a man named Coley, he was a methamphetamine addict and I talked about how the episode touched me very deeply. I left the couple a message that said the following:

I just finished watching this episode and I can honestly say ive never been rooting so hard for an participant in this show, than I was for Coley and his family. I saw so much of my life in these people, dealing with my dad who is an addict (I havent been in contact with him for two years) and the sentiments of the children that I identified so painfully with. I wanted this man to get better so bad for his wife and his babies because you could see how much they all needed him.

His wife “got it.” Most people dont understand the logic of an addict and how they must support the addict and be there for them and be there to catch them when they fall. They dont understand that for an addict, the drugs are this “support” because they feel they have no one else. Like Coley said..”no ones ever fought for me before.” Coleys wife truely understood and her story as a heroine is in itself extremely powerful.

This has been my favourite episode of intervention and if Coleys family happens to read this (I know family members sometimes do…) you have people rooting for you, you have lots of people on your side who are so happy about the outcome of this situation. I hope that you guys remain strong and remain happy because you truly deserve it. All of you do.

Thank you

I was really happy to see that his wife replied to me.

hope this post makes it…we tried to post earlier but it did not send…thank you for the words of encouragement. Coley said at the end “I did the work”..and truly he is. We go to 12 step meetings every day, and goes twice a day if he can. We are both working recovery programs, as are our children. Yes it is work, but the prize is HEALTH on every level. Coley is an amazing man. He not only got the help to get clean, but he got the tools to manage sobriety, and the therapy to get healing. I was able to go through 12 days of treatment with him in florida to learn about relapse prevention, and co-dependancy, and we received couples therapy there. We were given an amazing gift, and every day for the rest of our lives we will thank those who were a part of giving that to us. Coley now stands at the helm of this families ship…a ship that nearly ended up at the bottom of the sea of addiction, that has claimed so many other families, and lives. He navigates us through lifes waters now, and we stand behind him..proud. He deserves the crown he wears as king of the hearts of this family…..thank you INTERVENTION…you are our angels, francine

=)

Its not gonna happen. Why, you ask?

My blog got rejected due to excessive foul language. Thats cool..thats fine and dandy. FUCK THAT, hahahaa. I pay blog on another site of mine thats much, much more family friendly than this site.

Actually, the one thing that had me bummed about the whole paid blogging on this domain would be that I may have to screen myself and not be “me.” Which, I would have really hate to have done, but when you need the money..you need the money.
Luckily, the google page rank for my other site went up to TWO! So now, I am able to get ops to write ads that pay a bit more so I can make up for all the lost income by writing just one ad a day..so if I choose to write more..ill make more. So, in about a month ill be making a decent amount of cash again. Kickass.
Everything worked out perfectly. A couple days before this blog got rejected, my page rank on my other blog went up, allowing me to supplement my lost income with that blog, which was what I was gonna do with this blog…does that make sense? I hope so, because I dont know any other real way to explain it -.-.

Well…I dont have anything else to write about, really.. oh, wait..yes I do.

I think im getting firsthand experience on how fucked up our health care system is in this country.  I havent seen “Sicko” and im really, not educated at all on the subject of health care in our country, but I know a few things. My boyfriend is pretty educated on it and he doesnt have very good things to say about it, and ive got an online friend named Liz who also rarely, if ever, has good things to say about the health care system in the United States. So,  now, with that said..ive got a story to tell.

I am uninsured. Thats right, I do not have health insurance or any other kind of insurance for that matter. So, apparently that complicates things a bit when it comes to health care. Why? I dont know. There are a lot of people in this country that cannot afford insurance, should they be less of a priority than those who do have insurance? Definitely not,  but it sure seems that way. A couple weeks ago when I had to go to the hospital due to my panic attack they told me about a program here that helps uninsured patients to get health care at an affordable price. I was super excited about this because not only could I get health care at a decent price, but I could also get my prescriptions filled at a very decent price also. I thought that this program was fucking awesome. Just what this country needed. Like I said, there are tons of people who just cant afford health insurance and unfortunately, they are under prioritized. I know that I will probably never have real health insurance for a couple of reasons. Ill never work a job that gives it to me because im not the kind of person that can deal with a 9-5 job so I will always be doing “odd” jobs that more than likely dont offer insurance.  So, yeah, I was excited about this program.

Basically, you enroll in the program and they send you a packet of information that tells you the health clinic you are assigned to, the pharmacy you are assigned to, etc. For patients that make a really, really low amount of money you have to sign up with the programs pharmacy, and for those who make an average amount of money you can get them filled wherever. I make an average amount of money and the clinic I was assigned to is also a pharmacy so I could get them written there by my doctor, and filled there.

The time came today for me to go visit my assigned clinic for the first time to meet with a doctor as a follow-up appointment to my ER visit and I needed a new prescription written for one of my medications, Ativan.
So, I go into the clinic and I tell them why im there, etc

“Hey im here as a walk in, I was just enrolled in the ************ program and they assigned you guys as my clinic, im here to see a doctor for a follow-up appointment to an ER visit I had a couple weeks ago, and to get some new prescriptions written for my medication.”

“Baby we aint got no time for you today we already have too many patients you gon have to come back tomorrow, well, wait, we aint got no walk in doctor for tomorrow you gon have to come back on Thursday.”

“Ok, cool! Thanks”

“Wait..whatchu here for again?”

“Im here because I was just enrolled in the ********** program and they assigned you guys as my clinic and I need to meet with a doctor to get some new prescriptions for my medications because one of them has run out”

“What medication?”

“Ativan..Lorazepam.”

“Baby aint nobody here gon write you a prescription for that.”

“What? Why? I was assigned here by ********, why would they direct me here?”

“I dont know. But nobody here gon write you a prescription for that.”

“Uh, ok. Thanks.”

And, then I walked out. Pissed as hell. Its not enough that those who arent insured are treated as lower class and have to fight to get medical care. But, when a program finally comes together to serve those who arent insured, its a piece of shit too. A piece of shit that is unorganized and has no real clue what the fuck they are doing.
When I was enrolled in this program they gave me a care coordinator to call in case I had any problems. I called her a couple times last week to ask questions about what I was supposed to do when I went in for my initial visit to my assigned clinic so I wouldnt have to deal with problems like this, I left her three messages and she never called me back. Thats cool. Maybe she was busy with her job. Oh yeah, her job is to call me back. So today when I went into the clinic, I had no idea what I was supposed to do but I figured it couldnt be that hard. I took all of my paperwork, prescriptions, medication bottles, etc. They didnt care to look at any of that stuff and just sent me right out the door within 2 minutes of my arrival.
Why would this program assign me to a clinic that was not able to write and fill my prescriptions? They knew my medical history. They have to study the patients medical history in order to figure out what clinic to assign to them, etc. So, knowing my medical history and knowing that it is mental health, why wouldnt they assign me to a mental health clinic where my problems could be dealt with accordingly and why in the fuck is the ER speaking so highly of, and helping me enroll into a program that isnt worth a damn? So, I came home and made a few calls. I called my care coordinator once again and left a message, then I called my clinic again and spoke with the head nurse there. I explained to her what happened and she said theres absolutely no reason why this should have happened. That this clinic is listed as a mental health facility and that prescriptions like mine are filled there everyday so she has no idea who I spoke with (it was a nurse) and why they blatantly lied to me like that. I had no idea either. She told me to come back Thursday morning as early as possible (around 7AM) as a walk in and talk with a doctor and everything should be fine.

Now, ive still got a smidgen of hope for this program. My first impression has given me a fucked up view about them and it has just showed me a bit about how mixed up and unorganized our health care system in this country is. Hopefully they will redeem themselves, but im not keeping my hopes up for that one. We will see.

Ill keep you updated.

I cant stop thinking about someone ..I cant stop thinking about someone…AND ITS DRIVING ME INSANE. I feel like im betraying or something. I dont know. I havent figured out if im gonna write about this or not…probably not..

I need to go to sleep.  I really have to go to the doctors at 7AM and im still up looking at peoples myspaces and being an emotional whore. I should be damned to hell for all eternity..ok..not really..it aint that serious. Im delirious, and apparently im a rapper now too.

Ok, im finished.

So, last night..my boyfriend got the bright idea that it would be fun/cool to take my cousin and I to a house party. A hip hop house party. I was all for it, I thought it would be pretty funny and I was right. It was fucking HILARIOUS.  The party was filled with lame white kids and wanna be hippies, with the exception of me, my boyfriend, Kelley, and one of Sodas friends, Abe.

The night was..pretty fun. At least, I was having a good time. Watching people dance like utter morons really entertained me and it seemed to be entertaining Kelley too. We did our usual routine. Hang out together, away from everyone..and make fun of them silently, but not seriously. I think as an interesting side note I should add that at one point I had to piss really bad.so..we went to the bathroom and there was no toilet paper so I just wiped with some shirt I found on the ground. Kelley wont admit this, but she did too.

Anyway..I decided to dance a bit so we moved into the room where everyone was dancing and I danced on and off, my boyfriend danced on and off and VERY HILARIOUSLY might I add. Picture a white guy dancing to rap. Yeah, you just pictured my boyfriend. At one point I tried to dance with him and he clobbered my feet..seriously.

Then…outta nowhere.. this blonde girl walks over to Kelley and asks her to dance. She says no and the girl proceeds to start talking shit. Now, this bitch was drunk..very very drunk…way over her limit. She said something like “I heard youve been making fun of the way people dance? Thats not very cool, yadda yadda.” I have no idea what Kelley said to her but when she turned around she looked very annoyed. I was like “Did that bitch just try to get an attitude with you?” Kelley said “YEAH!” So, that was my cue to get in her face and be as intimidating as possible.

“Who really gives a fuck if she was making fun of the way people dance? If everyones having a decent time, who fucking cares?”
No response from her. She just stares at me. So I turned around and said..
“I hope she wasnt trying to talk shit to my fucking cousin because ive had to whoop bitches asses before for doing this and id hate to do it again.”
I turn back around to face her.
“Keep in mind your drunk, im not. Think about that real hard before you decide to say anything else to me.”
Then here comes Mr. Saves the day Soda. He was stoned, and paranoid that id end up getting the cops called on us because, I probably would have and he tells me we should leave.
Some other brunette girl came up and started talking to me, what she said was insignificant because she was being nice and before you know it, the original blonde whore who started the whole drama was nowhere to be seen.
Sodas freaking out and wouldnt let go of my arm. He made us leave.
Too bad, I wanted to bust out some West Nashville on them Belmont Bitches.

What bewilders me is that the last time a scenario similar to this happened, it was also perpetrated by girls from rich neighborhoods…practically the same neighborhoods. The last time I think the whores were from around the Belmont/Hillsboro Village area and this time they were just from Belmont. I think it has something to do with Kelley and I obviously not being from around there, and not giving a fuck about socializing with them, etc. And you know how girls are, they feel threatened by lame crap like that. Im sort of glad that the situation didnt escalate to that of The 5 Spot where a huge physical fight broke out..but DAMN that woulda been awesome.

Well, its happened, ladies and gentleman.

Starting September 1st I will be taking a pay cut from my place of employment. It doesnt really have anything to do with me or how I do my job, its something thats out of my hands. However, this paycut will total about 120 bucks a month. Thats a lot, for me. Lets face it..im a big girl now. I gotta start doing things on my own and 120 bucks magically disappearing from my paycheck each month doesnt help me with that.

So, with all that said…I will be paid blogging. Ive been thinking about it for a long time now and I paypost over at another site of mine, and I wanted to steer clear of paid blogging over here because this blog means a lot to me and  I didnt want to do it. However, things have changed now.

Driving in my car on the way to McDonalds to pick up some (very unhealthy) lunch I decided to give it a try.
I can paypost here for a while and if I dont like it..I can quit. But, I need the money. I really, really need the money. It will help out a lot and opportunities like paid blogging are here for a reason and let me say, I am forever thankful/grateful to them for providing me with the opportunity to make extra cash doing something thats not demanding of my time and effort and not having to deal with bosses and corporations that take money from your well earned paychecks.

There you have it, folks. Ill still be blogging here as usual and my paid blogs will be filled with my usual humor and creativity so..not that much will change.

I havent updated because theres been nothing going on. Its about 6:30AM. I went to bed early yesterday..early meaning..around 5pm or so. Now, ive got this mechanism where, if I become bored, I can just go to sleep. That usually means I sleep for a full 8-10 hours because short naps are unheard of for me.

Im seriously thinking about going to walmart to get some more cereal. Im addicted to this granola cereal by Quaker Oats. It is BAD ASS. Yeah. I think im gonna do that. I may wake Soda up to see if he wants to go.

Im feeling quite the bit better. I was freaked out for a couple days because that panic attack shit was scary and the medicine they had me on (paxil) made me stop eating and completely lose my appetite  and just sleep for hours and hours on end. So, I stopped taking the paxil and im just gonna use the ativan when I need it. Well, sure enough the day I stopped taking the paxil…my appetite came back. I dont like that SSRI bullshit..ive been on it before..but im gonna keep getting my prescriptions filled and stuff because I have to act like im taking it, lol.  I dont understand how an SSRI is gonna help out with panic attacks that stem from a problem in the amygdala.. So fuck it.

Im having a  “good dread” day. Which means..they look as thickly matted as possible at this point..however…my ends still arent dreading.. dunno what im gonna do about that.

Anyway..yeah…I finally feel better and I hope it remains that way.