I went to Planned Parenthood today hoping they would have an answer as to why my blood pressure plummets every time I have my period, and why I had my period for one day last week, stopped, then had it for two and a half days this week. Well, THEY DIDN'T. But they did charge me $177 to ask the fucking question. I got to go to the surgical center where the same shriveled old man has been sitting with his millions of judgmental signs for years. All by himself with those signs....praying. I get the urge to drive up on the sidewalk and run over all of those self-righteous sandwich boards every time I drive by. Why is it that the only people I ever see protesting outside of those places are old white men? Nothing inside but young black women, but outside looking down their noses at everyone is an old white man who is too busy protesting to adopt any of the children he's hoping to save. It's just my belief that if you're anti-choice, you should be forced by law to adopt at least one underprivileged minority child (preferably with a disability) or shut the fuck up, cause everyone else is adopting from China.
I also think they shouldn't be playing Warm 98 inside the clinic. When I'm wearing a paper gown and waiting for a stranger to violate me for a fee, I don't want to listen to Taylor Swift. Also, the last thing a poor girl who's about to find out she got chlamydia from her ex-boyfriend (who's dating her younger and skinnier ex-best friend now) wants to listen to is an idealistic love song written by a naive 18 year old bean pole who makes $20 million a year. Not helpful. Classical would be the ideal choice. No lyrics, no mental comparisons concerning your poor life choices. And I would appreciate some posters on the ceiling I could read.
COMSUMER ALERT! Brian was going to make some rice tonight that we got from the Whole Foods bulk section and apparently there where some insect eggs mixed in with the rice that have started to hatch. Looks like some sort of moth and guess what, I already ate some.
This article has got me in a tizzy
The comments that go along with it provide some stunning answers to why the company is failing, which I will keep in mind everyday at work while they keep trying to blame the people at the bottom of the totem pole with the smallest amount of power.
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