dextra: (Cherry Hammer)
Text convo with [livejournal.com profile] cielamara.

Dextra: Beat em over the head with a Louisville Slugger and drink heavily. That's my motto.

Nikki: I want to see that in Latin on someone's coat of arms.

Dextra: God damn it. You know if you say these things to me I have to draw them.

Nikki: Well, you needed motivation to draw tonight, didn't you? :P

Dextra: Damn it. I was gonna piss around and play Arkham City.

Nikki: I think you should put some swans on there. Like oh, how dainty and pretty and then BOOM! HEADSHOT with a wing. Swans will beat some ass.
....
I ruin everything, it's my specialty.

Dextra: SHUT UUUUUPPPPP

Nikki: Trollolololol :D:D:D

Dextra: I NAME YOU BEYOTCH, RUINER OF LAZYTIEMS

Nikki: And maybe a four-leaf clover because it's on the Davis coat of arms and also to say BISH YOU LUCKY I'M TOO DRUNK TO REALLY STOMP YO ASS. Building a theme here.
Though if I were desigining a coat of arms for myself it would feature a goose and its mottow would be FUCK YOU, I'M A GOOSE, GEESE DON'T CARE. But in Latin.

Dextra: I did just get a coat of atms* in the mail. It's all Dr Who related. Odd coincidence.

Nikki: Clearly you need to design this coat of arms.

Dextra: Biiiiiitch.

Nikki: :D It's so cute that you're haing such a hard time spelling "mistress of all that is awesome."

Dextra: No, I think I know how to spell cuntbag. :p I'm also proud of my phone for having cuntbag in its dictionary.

Nikki: LMAO did you put it there?

Dextra: ...maybe.

Ok, so to recap, my phone is made up of equal parts LOL, OMG and WTF.

LOL - It's been known to change *hugs* to *jihad*

OMG - Its internal dictionary contains words like "cuntbag", "twatwaffle" and "Benedict Cumberbatch". There's actually a shortcut for the last one.

*WTF - Sometimes, things like "arms" come out as "atms". Now I'm wondering what the fuck a coat made of atms looks like. o_O
dextra: (Default)
I'm no stranger to insurance company fuckery, so it's with pleasure that I'm reposting this in hopes of this story getting more attention that it so desperately needs.

Link to full story and video

Kevin Guillory was paralyzed in a work related accident that was no fault of his own in February of 2007. Since then, he's been struggling to get by with the insurance company screwing him over every chance they get. He was in the hospital for a month, mostly because he had nowhere else to go. Before the accident, he had been living with roommates in an upstairs apartment. Obviously, with a wheelchair, that was no longer an option. The insurance decided that $30K a month for the hospital was too much, so they offered to put Kevin up in an extended stay hotel for six months, until a settlement could be reached.

So he went. And waited while they denied him transportation. While they switched doctors. While they turned down prescriptions. While they denied his physical therapy. While they delayed treatment. While they switched lawyers and court dates. While he changed doctors at their demand.

While they found a doctor, who has never even seen Kevin to say that his disability level is 92%, instead of the 98% his doctor, and every other doctor that has actually examined him had told them. Because even their doctors told them he needed more care than they were willing to pay for.

And the six months? Was over a while ago.

Kevin has spent over $10,000 out of pocket to keep himself indoors while the insurance company keeps dragging their heels. On the link, there is a PayPal donation link, as well as the information for the insurance company. They're mostly wanting people to contact the insurance company in an attempt to shame them into doing the right thing. They also are looking for any advice to help Kevin get this matter expidited. As it is now, he's got two weeks left in the hotel, just in time for him to be homeless by Christmas.

So please, repost this and help if you can. This is injustice of the highest caliber, and it needs to be brought to the attention of eveyrone.

Who Knew?

Nov. 30th, 2009 07:38 pm
dextra: (Urban Decay?)
I updated my profile on Facebook and got over half a dozen messages about it. Mostly pertaining to this:

"I unwaveringly support gay rights, gay marriage, gay adoption, and gay bake sales. Because rainbow sprinkles are delicious."

Including one message from a concerned person wondering if liking rainbow sprinkles made him gay. I replied to him and told him that it only made him gay if he was eating them off another dude.

God I love being me sometimes. :p
dextra: (Lil Buddha)
I think it's pretty evident that the full moon this time around was mocking me. I screwed up two computers in as many days. I swear, that has NEVER happened to me before. I was about become Amish. Thankfully, one of them is fixed, and the other one should be soon as well, so I'm not too stressed over it. Just feel a little techno-paranoia is all. :p

On the plus side, I actually drew today, for the first time in months. I KNOW. It wasn't anything spectacular, just a girl doing yoga, but still. And I guess I had some pent up art in me because I busted that out in under an hour. I've decided I'm going to take some time to draw some every day, at least an hour or so. I just haven't had the peace/quiet/space/time to actually do anything like that in so long, I almost forgot what it was like.

And it's funny, because I accused Katy of peeking in my brain this morning, because she asked if I'd brought any of my art supplies with me. And of course, I didn't, so off to Micheal's we went. I've got to quit leaving my brain door open. :p

If my mother ever sends me my camera cord, I'll start posting my sketches and stuff again. But, I'm not holding my breath on that.

Oh, and last but not least, I have an interview with a staffing agency tomorrow that I hope will turn into something involving a paycheck. We shall see. *crosses boobs*
dextra: (Funny if it wasn't me)
I was driving to Morehead to go pick up the twins. I had just been all over town dropping off Mom, Tony and Goober off at their workplaces. The car has been fine forever, so I didn't think twice about getting on the interstate. I hadn't even gotten five miles when the air conditioner started blowing hot air and I saw the car was overheating. Fuck.

So I pulled over to the side of the highway and tried to figure out what my options were. I had no phone, no money (but plenty of gas, since I'd just put all of the money I did have in the tank), and I was a good couple of miles to the next exit. So I sat there long enough for the engine to cool off a little and made it to the exit, and a gas station.

So I called Chris (kids' dad) and told him what was going on. He and Sara and the girls came with some coolant and it did no good. So they brought me back here. Thankfully, my friend DJ showed up, so he and Beth went to go see if they could get it going. I know a little about cars, but not enough to deal with whatever was going on there.

So now I'm stuck here with the twins and my nephews, Beth is going to get Mom from work to help deal with the car, and I guess they're going to get Goob and Tony (who should both be getting off work any minute now.

What makes it even better is my hands are a wreck and I've been trying to hedge off a migraine that's been hovering since yesterday.

...and Mom and Beth just got home. DJ's gonna tow the car and work on it tomorrow. A belt got shredded, and according to him, I'm lucky I managed to make it to the exit without blowing the engine.
dextra: (Science Motherfuckers!)
I wish it were that simple to fix. I have eczema. It sucks. My hands and feet have exploded. It hasn't been this bad in years. The worst flareup was the first one. I ended up in a friggin' wheelchair for a couple of months because my hands and feet were nothing but raw meat.

Cut for less than attractive details )
I'm giving it a few more days with my usual treatments, but this flareup feels particularly nasty. I might actually have to go see a doctor to get a steroid boost to kill this. *sigh* I hate this because I feel absolutely disgusting. I don't want to touch Tony or pick up my nephews or even hand someone something. I have to sleep with socks on, and that drives me nuts because I normally sleep nude (bet you all needed to know that *snicker*). So that's why I woke up at 5 am and decided to just stay up. And now I'm full of coffee and feel like crap. Now I have to go dig out some Benadryl and maybe go lie back down if it does its job.

ETA: No Benadryl. Found remnants of last Lexapro bottle. If I can't get antihistamine, I'll take brain numbers instead.

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