The Things You Own End Up Owning You

This was long overdue:













It's not as meaningful as it looks, considering all of those were maxed (and one was expired), but it's still significant. I've lamented before about my financial status (I'm broke & in massive debt) and it's been quite a struggle to pull myself out of this. I don't even have all of my rent money and won't until Friday. So I made the decision today to cut these guys up. I've been in a habit the past couple of months of using up whatever available credit I had once I made my monthly payments. Sometimes it would be to bail me out, other times it would be to engage in some "retail therapy". But really, what those credit cards did was act as a BandAid to a much bigger problem of mismanaging my budget. So it's time to teach myself a lesson. The credit cards aren't the temporary solution to a smaller problem, they are a cause for a much bigger, less temporary problem.
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We went to go see Knocked Up on Saturday. Wac, who is staunchly opposed to having a baby, even mentioned that it made having a baby seem almost a little bit fun.

Then it showed a baby's head trying to squeeze it's way out of a vagina, and that pretty much ended the whole fantasy. But it's a good movie nonetheless. Especially if you're a chollo at Easter.
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I still haven't been to the doctor about my Diabetes. I'm probably going to wait until next month, because I'm switching insurance providers. Group Health is retarded. Not only does my deductible apply to EVERYTHING, and not do I have to pay $25 for ANY kind of visit, but I can only go to their facilities. It's a co-op, not a network, so I have to see them or see no one. Not that BCBS is any better (nor is it any cheaper), but it's got to be worth paying extra to go see the doctor I want, not just whatever recent med grad is on duty that day.

Fuck, health insurance sucks man. Screw this, I'm moving to Canada, eh! You hoser!

Anyways, we went grocery shopping yesterday, and I'm trying to be more conscious of what I can and can't eat. It's getting better. I didn't buy any ice cream this time. Or soda, diet or regular. I bought pudding but it was sugar free. I didn't buy any Totino's pizzas, despite the fact that $1 each. And today for lunch, I had a gyro with a Caesar salad.

OK, and a Dr. Pepper. Baby steps though, right?

Did you know that an anagram for "Diabetes" is "Eat...Die....BS!" Yeah, that's how I feel. But it's what I have to do. It could be worse, right?

I could have a baby come out of my vagina.