In a few weeks (after a short vacation that will take me directly into the sun, pretty much) I’m going to be starting a 20 week course of Accutane. This is my second treatment. The first time I went on it, it was 2002, and all I remember is being insanely attached to my lip balm, and being so free of the normal amount of oil my head produces that I could go 2 days without washing my hair. Believe me, this is nothing short of a full miracle. Normally I can only go about 24 hours before I start getting itchy and irritated.

Tomorrow I go to get my prescription, and holy hopping shitcakes you would not BELIEVE the insanity that is getting an Accutane prescription. I have to sign up for some exclusive registration number and present my ID for the prescription oversight program to the pharmacist each time I fill and pick up the prescription. AND there’s a window within which I must fill the prescription, and if I do not, I have to go through the whole routine again, from my dermatologist squeezing me in (Ha! Squeezing! Zit joke!) to getting a pregnancy test AND a blood test, to getting to the pharmacy, etc. It is a LOT more difficult this go around. And the root cause: I’m a woman of childbearing age. No matter that I’m 33 and have an IUD and no desire to have additional children. To anyone having anything to do with Accutane: I’m 17 years old and stupid.

I won’t be starting till nearly the end of the month but I must say: every pimple that ever thought of being a pimple on my head must have been given the red alert (ha! zit joke!) because JESUS am I broken out. What, I ask, the fucking hell? Every time I see a new blemish I’m thinking, “Just you wait. You’re all going to molt at once and then I won’t see you again. Hopefully ever! HA!”

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Holy shit! I just found my old journal link in an Acne for Dummies book on Google:Books. HA!

Guess I better put the old journal back up, eh?

I am warmer wearing a long skirt and boots than I would be wearing pants and shoes. I’m thinking it’s because the skirt is a heavier material than most of my pants, and it’s like wearing a blanket.

Either that or I have gas I am not aware of, and I’m producing my own underskirt furnace. 

1. Which of the following answers is preferable when someone who asks me about my child care situation then intones upon finding out that Freebird and Baba are in school from 8am until about 5:30pm: Oh. That’s a really long day! Note: this usually comes with a “shame shame” voice directed at me.

So: which answer is better to “Oh, that’s a really long day:”

a. Well, it’s better than both boys being home by themselves for the same amount of time while my husband and I work to provide food, clothes, medical coverage and housing.
b. Yes, but so is mine. I’d prefer we all stay home - would you like to pay for that?
c. It is: a long, hard, difficult thing to endure, much like your judgmental attitude of my parenting.
d. Fuck you.

2. Am I the only one or does Oil of Olay make other people break out like OMG HOLY SHIT? I keep seeing all these ads for regenerist and peelerist and what the fuckist and I can’t think of a single Olay product I’ve tried that hasn’t given me monster pimples within 2 days. And that stuff is expensive, too.

AT&T’s data network is down, and has been since early this morning. My iPhone is verrra verrra sad.

I’m wondering what announcement will come at MacWorld today that might have knocked the data network offline? MMS?!

*snort* Yeah right.

I’m not a passive aggressive assmunch - if you know me personally and you read this site and you read my prior entry, I’m absolutely not talking about you. Srsly. If I had a problem, I’d say so. The munchasses who bugged the crap out of me aren’t folks who read this page, nor are they actual friends. More like people I can’t avoid.

So I’m not pissed at you. I like you. 

It’s a shiny bright new year. I still do not give a flying shit about:

1. Brad Pitt
2. Angelina Jolie
3. Brad Pitt & Angelina Jolie
4. Whether Guitar Hero takes children away from actual musical talent and accomplishment
5. Your opinion of my parenting
6. What you think about anything another parent who is not you or your spouse does that is not directly harming a child.
7. What you think of my car.
8. What you think of my job.
9. What you think of my schedule, my body, my priorities or my life.
10. What you think. Period.

Perhaps I have endured too many people over the holidays, but wow have I had it. I hereby pledge to, as much as possible, do the following:

1. Not judge people’s decisions unless I can ascertain direct harm.
2. Not presume to know someone’s motivation for doing something.

And now I’m going to go be by myself for awhile because I have had it with just about everyone. As you were. 

I have decided I don’t like college football for one specific reason: unless the defender gets there prematurely, he can pretty much rape the receiver, pick his nose and rifle through his wallet without getting a pass interference call against him if he arrives at the same time as the ball. That’s serious bullshit.

That is all.