kozmikgirl

My good luck. I finally, for the first time in my entire life, got the haircut I wanted not the haircut the person thought I wanted. I went to the very cool & hip & awesome Dosha Salon on Hawthorne. If you want your hair cut right, I suggest you go there. Fur sure!

I knew it was an especially good sign when the girl that was going to cut my hair happened to have the exact haircut I wanted. What kind of luck is that? I never have this kind of luck! Never never never!

I love my hair. I loved it even more the way she styled it. How did she do that anyway?

As for my bad luck, check this shit out. I found my miracle drug. One that stopped the stomach pain & nausea & digestive nightmares. I had 60 days of eating & feeling great & I felt like I finally had my life back. I even gained 2 pounds because I was eating so much.

Then, I go to get a refill last week & they tell me that the particular company that I got that medicine from has stopped making it so they gave me another brand of the alleged same medicine. But, of course, it doesn't work. They keep saying "But it is the exact same medicine as you have been receiving, just a different brand". Fucking liers! How can it be the same if it doesn't work? Fucking duh!!!

Only one day into the new stuff & I am sick again just like before, stuck at home feeling like I have a stomach virus every fucking stupid day. Seven days later & I am already down 3 pounds. Before that it had been 14 months of this bullshit & now here I am, back where I was 2 months ago. I am seriously so suicidal about this & now I have to start all over with the searching for the miracle medicine thing. What the fuck is wrong with companies that just go around & stop making medicines that work for people? Fuck them!!! What assholes. I am so fucking pissed. But, my hair looks so sexy so I guess it balances out.