Centchroman or Saheli, what is it?  It’s non-steroidal birth control. By non-steroidal I mean:

• No montly boob growth
• No zits
• No weight gain
• No mood swings
• Overall, no side effects

Saheli sounds wonderfully awesome: 1 time a week birth control.

Questions:

1. Is this available in the USA? Hell No. Why? You can thank the FDA.
2. Well, Joelle, how did you get your hands on this stuff?  The internetz silly. It is a wonderful place.

I don’t have a confirmed legit source for it yet since I’ve never ordered drugs online, but when I find one, I will be sure to share with the world.  I’m so excited to not be turned into a walking thundercunt on the account of trying to be responsible and remain sterile as I don’t want my own brood of hell spawn anytime soon.

Now I just need to get my hands on some provigil….

My nearest international food superstore was fresh out of Lychee. This makes me sad.

Lychee is my favorite fruit.  I polished off 4lbs of it yesterday, and I intend to do more damage today.

I can’t wait to build my dream home. No, I don’t consider the myth of “homeownership” important, and I do not view homes that are occupied by their owners “an investment.” I cringe when people call them that.

This woman here lives in Burbank California. That state has the absolute highest cost of living, taxes, and anything else you could think of around. Beautiful weather, good schools, good jobs, good economy….

So what’s my beef with her?

1. She is complaining that Burbank California is expensive, she obviously can’t afford it.
2. There is no shame in wanting to stay home with your kids and when you choose to have them. Her sense of entitlement has placed her interests in living in a “good neighborhood” over staying at home with the kids.

So instead of facing the objective reality of “This area impedes my vision of what I wanted out of my life” she decides to stay in a place where she and her husband will continue to be a slave to the dollar. There are good schools, neighborhoods, AND homes that are NOT in California. Wake up.

I drove by your car this morning on my way to work. You had your windows down. You didn’t know it was me, because I have a new car that you haven’t seen before. I looked over wanting to smile, and then I caught a whiff of your putrid stink cloud. I sped off.

It’s cool that you still live with your parents … It’s cool that you finally got a new car .. It’s cool that your girlfriend might be dumber than a packet of catsup. It’s unacceptable that you, sir, still stink.

Go take a shower.

I never remember who puts what in the fridge and when it gets there. There was mystery curry that was calling my name for the longest time. So I ate it all last weekend.  I’m sick.

Dark meat does a good job of not telling you how bad the meat is. White meat on the other hand just completely amplified to the power of N just how long it has been sitting in the fridge.

I’m kinda done with curry at the moment.

In two weeks, I can call myself voluntarily unemployed. I’ll also have a chance to buy clothes that fit.

In in three weeks I’m moving - with the love of my life.

In one month, I get to dedicate the next two years of my life, in the pursuit of entrepreneurship. Hopefully, uninterrupted.

Life’s pretty good.

I destroyed my wordpress database because I might as well be damn near retarded.

So my past blurbs of genius are gone.