hooray, I have been approved for health care. I received approximately 400 frillion things in the mail about it today. Now I have to go figure out how to set up automatic bill payments. Oh yeah, and get a job to pay for it. Damn.

Luckily, although I am paying like four times as much a month as Rachel is, my plan seems to cover mental health services and vision to a certain extent. But no dental. That's extra. (What the eff, acupuncture is covered tho?)

I despise this. Having to do paperworky, bill paying, bureaucratic grownup life crap, it's the least enjoyable aspect of being human to me. Yes, it's even more awful to me than involuntary bodily functions. Having to be an organized grownup: worse than that sensation you get when you need to sneeze but can't.

Really, I know I'm all revolutionary feminist blah blah and all, but I would like nothing so much as to have someone who would take care of this shit for me. I'd be happy to take the whole "responsible emotional development of ourselves and children" part of being a grownup, in exchange. I need to find an older man to love me and be amused by my charming ways, stat.