i'm so fucking frustrated right now!!! i need insurance for me and my child. i had her on the state plan but that got cancelled because they said i made too much money. the fuck? but i can pay for these welfare bitches to keep having all of these fucking kids? really?? where the fuck they do that shit at? so now i'm scrambling to try to find some damn insurance so that just in case my daredevil ass child decides to do a backflip off her bed, i can rush her ass to the hospital! heaven forbid if she gets sick. that means i gotta go sit my ass in the county just to be treated. fucking bullshit ass system!
i log on to try to find some damn insurance and these rates are so fucking high! geeeezus! who the fuck has this kind of money? what the fuck is obamacare? is this shit supposed to be cost effective? i love my president but if that muthafucka ain't making this shit easier and affordable for me to obtained, then he can kiss my ass too. fucking.... aaarrrggghh!!!
the hell else wrong with me? i'm so sick of popping these damn ibruprofen for back and hip pain. i'm like a frackle nackle crackhead with these damn things. hell i think i'm just taking now cause i've gotten used to them. ain't working for shit.
can't stand folks that wanna be shady and shit when they know good and hell well that their asses done done wrong. yes i know that was grammatical incorrect but their shady asses don't deserve correct grammar. so this skeezer done tried to start some shit and when the shit is discovered and they stop fucking with her, she wanna act all indignant and shit. bitch... ain't nobody falling for that shit. now you all nervous and quiet cause you don't know when somebody is gonna haul off on your monkey ass. you need to be scared. ol shady bird ass!
i hate talking on the phone now. i really do. so if you call me and we're not cool like that, please be brief with my damn time. like this fool from the job calls me on my phone. i answer because the number was from the office. i'm thinking i left something or whatever. i answer and it's "morgan freeman". wtf?? he calls to tell me that one of his people that he setup for a big ass payment called him to cancel the payment. are you outta your ever loving 70 soul brother ass mind? dude, you better be glad that my ass was stunned into a freaking stupor to ask you what the hell did he want me to do about it! did he want me to pay for it? did he want me to go get it from them? whatever in the hell... THE SHIT COULD'VE BEEN SAID WHEN I GOT TO THE OFFICE TOMORROW! don't call me no effin more with that shit!
so now that i've finished bitching, i'm gonna go enjoy my daughter until it's time for her lil butt to go to bed in 70 minutes.
smooches!
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