And for all those "I don't want to pay for some whore's slut pills!" assholes - You know how group insurance plans work, right? If you have insurance through your employer, you're already contributing $ toward your fellow employees health needs.
I wanted to post a pic of Carmen Carerra who is smoking hot. Oh well.
ETA - that's Carmen Carerra, a contestant on last season's RuPaul's Drag Race
Whenever I see Ru in drag my heart stops. She's so damn beautiful.
She was a nightmare to live with. After we moved in together I started finding razor blades in the bathtub and bloody towels on the floor. She was cutting herself about twice a week and eventually stopped trying to hide it. That's when I started to see blood dripping down the walls of the shower. She stole all my laundry money to buy cigarettes, invited runaway kids to crash on our couch for a few days, allowed people I didn't know to use my computer and sleep in my bed when I wasn't there, and told people I've never met that I was fine with giving them rides at 2am. Plus, she never had any money for groceries so I always had to buy them for us.
One day I came home to find her grinding up her debit card in the garbage disposal. I should have known then that something was wrong, but I was too young and stupid to realize what was about to happen. A few days later I came home to find that she bought about 10 cartons of cigarettes and a pair of leather pants. Then, two days before the semester was supposed to begin, I came home to find out that we were being evicted from our apartment. Turns out her rent checks never cleared. My checks for my half of the rent always cleared, which is why we had been able to stay as long as we did. She asked me to get a $900 dollar advance off my credit card so we could pay the back rent. I told her to ask her parents for money - turns out they had given her rent money, which she had used to buy the cigarettes and leather pants.
Long story short, we got evicted. I forced her to call her parents because I wasn't going to get dragged through court for her ass. They paid her past due rent and I, having nowhere to live, had to drop out of college and move home with my parents. When my parents came to help me move home, her 40-year-old boyfriend got into a fistfight with my dad (boyfriend started it). Years later that same boyfriend was on the news because he killed his neighbor.
And that guy I was in "love" with? Totally unrequited. I had to drop out of college because I was stupid enough to believe that if I hung around all summer he would see how great I was and love me back. Nope!
(To be fair - I was not the greatest person to live with either since I was all "Why won't he love me?" and mopey all the time, but at least I was clean and my checks didn't bounce.)