Friday, October 31, 2008



Tuesday, October 28, 2008

QOTD: Class Rings

So, graduation is upon me and I was discussing with someone about the fact that I want to get my class ring and their reply was that I was too old for one, that it is for high school seniors and youngERR college grads,


Now for me, I really, really, really, want this ring.  I wasn't fortunate enough to have one in high school, I didn't graduate from college the first time so I feel like this is my just due.

My god-niece's school do a whole ring mass ceremony at her all girls catholic school.  They all have the same ring.  It is a school tradition, all the girls who have ever graduated from there get the same ring.

So, did you get your class ring?  If so, what kind did you get???

The Classic

 The Traditional

 The Modern

 The Persona

Did you get it for college, or just high school? Do you think there is a certain point in which a person just ages out of such?

Me personally, I am just TOO outdone with the prices! The cheapest is 250, and that is for the smaller looking rings and I don't think that is going to go over too well on my size 10.5 finger.  I don't remember rings costing this much? Were they always this expensive???

And yes, I am taking graduation pics too.

And did you know there are kindergartener class rings as well???

Dereon Class Rings | Celebrity Clothing Line
Please say it aint so. We ain't ghettofying the class rings! Arrrrrrgggggghhh!!!!




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Monday, October 27, 2008

Lemme tell ya about a *REAL* dumb mofo!!!!!

A brilliant person one day got frustrated with how slow the computer was running...

got sick and tired...

of being sick and tired....

of pages sticking and freezing..,

of having to wait for a near death eternity for the computer to unglue itself...

So this seemingly bright AND intelligent person decides to uninstall some shit....

Yanno, free the puter up of its internal constipation....

So imagine their surprise when they see something for a Canon or sumffin or nother....

Thinking that is was the installation package to the first digi cam they bought and returned...

Until that faithful day came in which they needed to print some shit...

and couldn't....

and has taken all of 5 days to figure out how to  redownload the drivers...

reinstall the hardware....

how to upload the file onto the wizard....

cuz, ya know, it couldn't configurate that one for itself....

unplugging and replugging cords...

for an 8 year old printer....

5 days!!!!

trynna configurate how to configurate...

and who do you suppose did SUCH a brilliant thing???

Friday, October 24, 2008

In MiniQueen Doings....

Don't cha just loooooooove this coat??? To hell with poofy coats! Give me a nice pea coat that is classy and doesn't reek ghettttttttttttttttto! I hate them coats!  She thought she was cute too! LMAOOO  Well, I did too! I am sooo in love with her coat, I wish I could find me one! $24.99 at TJ MAXX!

Do you have any idea how hard it is to get two ponytails in her hair so that they are EVEN???  I mean that shit is HARD! She is at the age where she doesn't want a lot of ponytail, she only wants two or three and her hair is long enough now to sustain such a style.   I still can't do that style the night before, but I can at least do it the mornings I take her to school.

This year, I decided not waste my money on long sleeve uniform shirts for her.  I dont feel like arguing with her every morning and listening to her pronounce rather loudly about how long sleeves aren't her favorite.  Last year, she chewed the buttons off so she could roll up her sleeves.  LMAOO I was PISSED!  So now, I will just send her with a sweater that she can take on and off at her disposal.

I can't put sweatsuits on her either without a whole lot of hullaballo. She says her arms get sweaty! LMAOO

So her class went to the Apple Orchard this past Tuesday and I will be
damned that when I picked her up, she had taken her school gym sweatshirt off, she had on the gym tshirt underneath.  She went the whole day at the farm, on a cold ass day to boot, with just a tshirt and her jacket on! I was like WTF??? Why did you do that??? Why didn't you put it back on before you left on the field trip???

She has neck issues too!  No scarves or jackets zipped or button all the way up! Nothing tied under the neck! She SWEARS she can't breathe! LMAOO  I can get her in a turtle neck by telling her how cute she is in it, anything else, is a wrap!

And as much as it drives me crazy and as much as I wish she had been spared this brand of nuttiness, I have to indulge her cuz I KNOW what it is like first hand.  She comes from a family of obsessive compulsive, OCD NUTS, shit we are ALL nuts and nothing is worse is to have no one to not understand what is untolerable for you.

Last weekend, she was on punishment for not listening in class. She got her
last "1" on her weekly progress report.  That meant no tv all weekend. LAWD!  you woulda thought I done killed the child. but i had to drive that listening thing home. I AM DONE!   She ended up spending half of Saturday in the bed.  Every time she didn't listen, she got sent to bed. We went outside, I told her not to scream anymore, she looked at me defiantely and screamed loudly again like what am I going to do about it! We were outside for all of 5 minutes. LMAOOO Came upstairs and went to bed.

Sunday, we went to mass, she is sitting with her school friends and my child is up there girating her behind to music!   I couldn't believe it! So I had to tap the person in front of me to tap 3 rows in front of me so I could give her *the look*. She hurried up and sat her little tail down!  We got out of church ohhhh, and I let her have it!!! I fussed at her for about 4 hours about her and her listening and blah, blah, blah, even came up with a song about it....

Taylor, taylor she don't listen,
she gone get that booty glistened!


THAT didn't go over to well either. Mommy you are teasing me!! God don't like it when you tease! To which I said God don't like disobedient little girls.

So on that Monday, I made her go apologize to her teacher (we practiced the day before what she was to say) and her teachers replies, so did you get any money from the tooth fairy?? And I am like whaaaaaa????   So I asked what did she tell you and the teacher was like she told me about her tooth and I say Taylorrrrrrrrrrr!!!  So she finally whispers to her teacher her apology and that was that.  When i picked her up, I asked about her behavior and she said she was much, much MUCH BETTER!!!

We have worn this listening subject out!!!

oH we been having it out lately!!!

The thing about Missy ma'am is that she is SMART! And I will be damn her academic grades suffer cuz she didn't listen to the instructions the first time!

The first day of school, she had to be moved from her table for talking too much!!!

So one week, I had cleaned the living room, kitchen and bathroom and as I am cleaning I am throwing everything that didn't belong into the bedroom.  I had yet to make it to the bedroom you see.  The Messy Marvin is steady dropping her shit around the house! Pissing me off!!! So I was like, unh, unh, THATS IT! You gotta start helping me keep it clean in here! You know what that lil heffa said to me with an inflection in her voice and a twilrl of her neck????

But I don't have to help you keep the bedroom clean  right Mommy???, cuz it's really, really REALLY messy in there???

Ooooh, I wanted to knock her little ass out!

I asked her what she said and then she said it with extra emphasis and an extra hard twirl of her neck! Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl, you bets save that SHIT for your friends, cuz it's gonna get you knocked out in these parts!

I think she is gonna need braces. A tooth is coming in and damn if it ain't crooked! She has another one loose, in a minute, she is gonna look like she been chewing on rocks!!

*passes collection plate*

Why did she just stick a pencil in her apple to hold it up?

My Prof is Nuts!!!!

Sooooooooo, we had this exam last night...

Well, let me tell you about the first one with the nutty professor.  The class is Intro to Criminology.  This is like a sociology class for criminals.  There are so many names and theories to the causation of crime. There are 6 of us in class.  We all fundamentally failed the test.  The highest score was a 70 and I was second with a 67.  75 multiple choice, 4 essays.  OK.  He curved the test and added 20 points to our exams.

Fast forward to yesterdays exam.  35 multiple choice, 25 fill in the blank! Whaaaaaaaa????  Oh, and he made the test 50 percent names!  The two names I remember was Lombroso and Becarria!! WTF??? We all sat there and just looked around.  After the exam, we looked at the key, I got 2 right, another girl got 4 right, the other girl didn't have any right, I don't know how the guys did, but they were tripping too.

Now in my other 2 criminal justice classes, I am getting scores in the 90s, so I know it ain't me! WTF is up with profs like him? You cant take notes off of his lectures.  He talks so damn fast. He doesn't use the blackboard. It is like he knows so much information that he just can't teach it.  He teaches it one way and then words it completely different on the test!!!


Oh well, looks like Imma finish out with 2As and a D!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Going Green SUCKS!!!!

Now I am all for saving the environment, reducing paper waste and such, but my $20K a year school has decided to start charging us students 10 cents per copy at the computer room! PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT That is what the cheapie no good schools do in Chicago! The nerrrrrrrrrrve.

My thing with this, is that I have a prof that loves 20-50 paged pdf files that are IMPOSSIBLE to read on a computer. At least for me anywaysss. And many of us students are in an UPROAR! This is not exactly a CHEAP school! This is a highly selective PRIVATE school that already charges for EVERYTHING! Some shit NEEDS to be free!

I guess Imma be printing at home and using MY ink and paper! pfffffffft!

Are all colleges and universities doing this?

Household question

Whats a good cleaning product to use to get your stove back to sparkling white???

Monday, October 20, 2008

Life is Good....

Bills is paid. I can breathe again...

...and now that I can breathe I can think....

...and now that I am thinking clearly all I gotta say is this:




He bets kiss my ass is all I can say. And please... don't be indignant if you don't know the full story. No, he is not a bad "father", but I also know how he operates, ain't no such thing as turning over a new leaf with THAT fool. LMAOOO


I ain't figured out what Imma do for next semester, but I will cross that bridge when I get to it.

Thanks all for the love and support you have shown me! One day imma get to meet ya'll!


Now.... On to the next saga! LMAOOOO



Gettin up off my Pity Pot for a second....



Yanno what I want right now? To wake up tomorrow and it is November 4th! I am SICK of the commercials and the pundits and the commentary and the shit slinging.

I think Imma vote early.  I have a feeling it is gonna be UGLY here in Chicago come election day.

ALRIGHT for Colin Powell to endorse Obama.

I am sooo scared for Obama, Scared, scared, scared!!!

I go to sleep thinking about this election, scared shitless for him, scared to the point that my heart pounds.  Cuz you know some fool is gonna try it.

Thats all I got right now.

Oh yeah, Heyyy errrrrrrrrrbody!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

I think Imma have to DO IT...

I feel like a failure.  Sometimes, I wished I never moved here. Everybody told me to move here, get away from Mister, we will help you until you get on your feet.  Apparently, there is a timetable for doing so.

When I left Ga, I left because Mister threatened to kill me so it was either stay there until I got promoted at work or leave immediately.  I never thought transferring within the same company would literally cost me my promotion.  Had I known, I might have stayed. 

Hindsight is ALWAYS 20/20.

I always knew that I would need to be promoted in order to be a single mom and I always knew at some point, despite me fighting diligently otherwise, I would be a single mother.

Well, at least now I can say I have a degree.

My decision is this. And I really have thought about this since I posted my many blogs on this mess.

I am going to send MiniMe to Ga for the spring.  I am thinking she will leave right after Christmas, he will have the summer as usual, and I will get her back in August.

This way, I can take the paralegal course in the spring without a bunch of hullabaloo. I can go to class during the day, work the late afternoon shift, and every weekend so as I can stay financially afloat.

I am taking this route instead of sending her for next fall.  Although I hate she won’t be graduating with her class and will have to try and fit in with a new set of kids in the middle of the school year, I really can’t see me being at this store longer than mid-summer. I damn sure ain’t going through another holiday season or inventory.  It is going to take everything I have in me to get through this holiday season and inventory.

I can’t help but feel that Mister has been waiting in the wings for everything to fall apart for me. Like this was all a part of his master plan on getting her back down there. He knows what my family was like, he knew from when I was with him how they acted.  He knows my bad luck.  He knows how things never seem to work out for me. And now he is going to have her down there. It just seems a little too convenient that he NOW offers to take her until “I get back on my feet”.  Shit, was I ever on my feet? LMAOO He swears, he ain’t gonna steal her. 

But my question is, why use the word “steal” if that isn’t what you are planning on doing????

I am sure this is going to go over well with those sitting in judgment, but not offering to help.

He BETSSS give her back.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

So How about this????

Instead of praying for me, cuz at this point I think I am beyond prayer, how about you guys start praying for those AROUND me????

Monday, October 13, 2008

I Must have Really been a FUCKED up Person in My Past Life….

Earlier this year, my Godsister Veronica was diagnosed with stage 1 uterine cancer.  (blessing to God, she is now in remission and cancer free) Upon finding out, I quipped to her, well, at least GuGu can’t outdo this one.  To which we both had a good laugh.  You see, my godmother, GuGu, will always outdo whatever ailment that you claim to have.


I can say my finger hurts, she will say her hand and wrist is just a aching something terrible and kept her up half the night.


I could say that I have an ingrown toenail, and she will tell you she got gangrene when her toenail fell off and it kept her up half the night.


I could say my eyeball itches and she would tell you how her eyeball fell out last night and how she had to pop it back in and of course, it kept her up half the night.


You can say and complain about how tired you are and she will tell you how she is 80 years old and still working (as a crossing guard for an hour a day LMAO) and how she keeps on going on even though she never gets any sleep. LMAO


There is a lesson to be had here.


While blog hopping, I always see people attempting to outdo someone else with there woes.  I too am guilty of at least thinking, thats ALL  you got?

Just once in my life, I would like for SOMETHING to come easy for me.  I have been silent for a while, trying to keep my despairs to myself.  Not wanting to send out another blog in which you all are like DAMN QUEEN, can you spare us? LMAOOO A lot of good fortune has been going around Multiply and 360 it seems like lately and dammit, I want a piece of it too.  I am at the point in which it is damn hard for me to read or hear about other people’s good fortunes.  Not that I am hating or begrudging anybody else’s good fortune but I can say that I truly understand the phrase…


“Misery loves company.”


LMAOO I gotta laugh at the fact that I actually said that out loud.


But even more importantly, I had to MAKE myself understand the phrase, my struggles are my own.  Reason being is, I see other peoples *struggles* and I have to say to myself, DAMN, I wish that is ALL I have to worry about.


Sooo, let’s begin.


If you remember, back in August I had to go to Ga for court.  Well for me to finance that trip, I had to take out one of those payday loans, which wasn’t necessarily a big deal.  I have done it before and paid them back in a timely fashion.  Well this time, when it would be time to pay the entire thing back, my student loans would have kicked in.  Well, of course, it didn’t, cuz if it had, I wouldn’t be writing this blog right now.


I was able to extend the loan once by making a small payment on it.  It wouldn’t be due until the time my student loans definitely SHOULD HAVE paid out. 


Well, it didn’t. And when it came time to pay on it to try and extend the loan, I was cash strapped so they sent my personal checks through.  Needless to say, my account went into a big ass hole.  It is a wonder the bank didn’t close my account, but I guess they knew they were going to get their money seeing as I have direct deposit and all.


Before I knew it, my account was $700 overdrawn.  $300 worth of bank charges over $100 worth of debit charges and the rest was the payday loan and the bank charges for paying that as well.


Being able to ACH an account for payment without submitting an actual check must be the best thing that has ever happened to creditors because the bank can’t/don’t deny ACH charges.


Yep, I paid 40 bucks for a cup of coffee.  I don’t carry cash and I use my debit card for EVERYTHING.


This week is the first time I have been in the black in 4 weeks.  While everyone was laughing at me and all my groceries during tax time, lmaoo, that is what held me through.  I was out of staple items, such as bread, milk, cheese, eggs, butter, quick foods and cereal (faints at the thought of that LMAO), I had freezer food and canned goods which means I actually had to cook.  And much to MiniMe’s dismay, we had plenty of leftovers. LMAOOO


I am kinda kicking myself at the moment, because this summer, I spent a good deal of money on some fall clothes for myself in an attempt to replace some of my clothes Mister threw away.  By spending this money, I pushed a couple of bills back thinking that it would be alright because my student loan money would be dispersed in early September like it was last year. 


How wrong I was.  And I didn’t expect to have to buy books out of my own money, furthering the pushing back of bills in addition to the reduced work schedule due to being in a classroom this semester and not having a babysitter to allow me to be able to work every weekend.  Some weeks I get paid for 3 days, some weeks 4 days.  Now my phone is off, my internet service is off, the cable is off, and my rent isn’t paid and no one can tell me when my money will be dispersed. 


Let’s add insult to injury shall we?


The Feds sent me an email a week ago saying that the corrected my FAFSA application. And I am like whaaaaaa???  Apparently, between the school and the feds, they thought I was going to school for a full year as an undergrad.  Don’t know where they got that assumption from because I know I put on my application that my graduation would be in December.  So now, my free money is significantly reduced, which means my refund is significantly smaller and I will in no way have enough to cover everything. Pffftt.  Oh, and with this new Direct Loans shit the feds got going on, the hold up is even longer!!!!


So why am I telling you all of my business? Because number one, I am releasing this through the pen, and number 2, to do what I do best and give a few life lessons (albeit late for me) by sharing my story.


  1. Don’t spend money you don’t already have in your hand.
  2. Don’t rely on the feds for shit. Lmaooo
  3. Don’t use payday loan services unless you know for certain you are going to be able to pay it back with your very next paycheck.  They try and offer you 30 days the same interest as 2 weeks, but don’t fall for it.
  4. Don’t pay 40 bucks for a cup of coffee. LMAO Carry some cash for small items.


Normally,  I do make better financial decisions.  But my need to feel GROWN got the best of me.  I hate walking around looking like a vagabond (in my opinion) all of the time and I went a little over board buying clothes.  Of everything that Mister has done to me, losing all of my clothes, with the exception of what I managed to pack in one suitcase when I left, is the one thing that still hurts me to my heart.  That and my pictures.  It is like the life I had before him doesn’t exist.  Everything that was me before I got with him is gone, clothes, pictures,  books, my African art and sewing machines and material.  But the clothes and pictures, that still hurts my heart.


Yeah, I know that it is only material things and it can be replaced.  But for me, and this is one of those  ‘my struggle is my own’ moments, after being raised looking like a raggedy bum, I prided myself after I became an adult on my appearance via my hair, nails and attire.  This summer going into fall, I had it in my head that I was going to start looking more *grown* and purchased a good deal of clothes and made an effort to get rid of the ponytail.  Working where I work doesn’t help either. LOLOLOL  But now, I am really paying the piper for it.


My point is, I try and do everything right. I pray, I work hard, I don’t expect anybody to hand me anything (mostly cuz nobody has), I have fought tooth and nail for everything that I have gotten and JUST ONCE I would like for some shit to just fall in my lap. ONE TIME I would like to not have the struggle in obtaining anything. But alas, that is not my life and I shall soon stop hoping for that.


(It is Sunday night as I am typing this on Word, so this may go on for a bit. LMAO)


The internet going out couldn’t have come at a worse time.  I had a paper due tonight and managed to send out an email to my mother yesterday saying that I would be over today to finish some research that I needed to do for the paper.  Well, let me start by saying, that when I got there (she was at work) the first thing I happened to notice was that the cordless phone was missing.  In my quest to find it, I realized that she must have hid it. *rolls eyes* And then I look for the keys to the backdoor so I could set the baby loose in the backyard while I work and that is missing too.  So I sit my ass down at the computer and low and behold, the damn internet isn’t working. *sighssss*  So I go into the basement to use the old rotary phone (she forgot about that one) and called her at work.  After laughing at herself that she forgot about the fact that I could use the phone down there and claiming she don’t know what is wrong with the internet and doesn’t know where the keys are to the back door (I SWEAR TO GOD ALMIGHTY I AM UNINVITING HER TO MY GRADUATION) and me being damn near in hysterics and near tears, she says how about you call your grandfather (who lives next door) and ask him to use his computer.  And I say no.  I am not calling.  And she says why not?  And I say, well, I am tired of people making me feel like I am pushing myself on them, trying to use this, run up that (my knock on her as to why she hid the phone) and making me feel worse about my situation. So she says she will call him.  Then she calls back and says he says no because he doesn’t want it to become a habit.


*blank stare*


I have never asked my grandfather for one thing. Not one GOTDAMN THING.


So now, I am thinking to myself, I can’t wait to move the hell away from Chicago!!! Why  the hell would I stay here where I have family (which was my reason for moving back here in the first place) if they are sooooo unsupportive???  Which brings me to me hopefully being able to move east next year. 


Once I got it in my head that I am moving east, I applied online to a few police departments in the DC area (cuz yanno, I gotta make shit happen RIGHT NOW), and got 2 responses sending me a big ass packets of info to fill out and a testing date for October 18th.  *sighsss* My plan was to use that infamous loan money to fly out there and take the tests and now that is on hold indefinitely.  Seems  like I am gonna be stuck here.


And as to me going to school in the spring to take the paralegal classes? Doesn’t look like that is going to happen either, unless by the grace of God I get fired from my job and get unemployment.   There is no way I am going to be able to go to class M-F 9a-1p for 18 weeks because I wouldn’t be able to afford to pay for child care to work a late afternoon shift (2p-7p) and every weekend cuz yanno ain’t nobody gonna help me with that either.  This whole child care thing, really is getting the best of me.  My plan was to take this course next spring, be certified and have a different job by next summer in preparation for moving east. 


I have seriously thought about sending MiniMe to Ga with her father for the spring so I can take this class.  But, I quickly gave up those thoughts for two reasons. One, I don’t wish to pull her away from her classmates right now.  She is in kindergarten and for me graduation means a completion, a new beginning if you will.  First grade: new friends, new school, a new beginning.  Meaning, I want her to finish Kindergarten with the same classmates she started school with when she was three.  I really don’t want her to go somewhere else, in the middle of a school year, trying to fit in with kids who already know each other and have a history together.  I am already terribly afraid of her being a social misfit/outsider like I was and I am not going to do anything to cause it.  Trying to fit in with new kids as well as learning school work is just too much for a 5 year old.  If you don’t know what it is like to always be on the outside looking in, then you won’t understand this.  Second, I don’t feel like fighting Mister to get her back. Enough said.  Looks like Imma be stuck at this job, this hellhole of a store, for longer than I hoped.




Which brings me to, I almost got fired a couple of weeks ago. Don’t feel like writing that whole story out, but to sum it up, it started and ended with my boss telling me the reason why I haven’t been promoted is because I don’t politic.  Well, my response to that was, “that is because I don’t politic with people whose integrity I don’t respect.  If I have to choose between my integrity and a promotion, which do you think I am going to choose?”  Now, why the hell did I say that???  An argument ensued.  I have been trying my best to coast on through.  Being able to think that the end is very near has allowed me to just not give a fuck and *deal* with the bullshit.  Now that I know I am going to be there longer than I had hoped, this job is now insufferable to me.  I know I should be thankful for having a job in the current economy, but in keeping with the tradition of this blog that my struggle is my own dammit, I am ready to move the fuck on like YESTERDAY.  It is a daily struggle not to tell management to stick it where the sun ain’t shining. 


I called my one *friend* yesterday and asked if I could come over today to do my paper and she said she didn’t know what she would be doing, in other words no.  I think our friendship really isn’t going to stand the test of time.  I seldom ask her for anything, I try my best to reserve it for times of sheer desperation (a paper being due I thought may qualify). If I put an amount as to how often I ask for something, maybe once every couple of months.  And it usually isn’t more than a trip to the store (for serious grocery shopping that would be too much for the bus) or to pick up MiniMe for me (and that is only when I would get there at  6:15 instead of 6).   Most of the time, I pay her for her gas cuz I don’t take that for granted.  It is at the point that now, if I call her to just shoot the shit, her voice cringes likes she expects me to ask her for something.  And I am like damn, is it that bad?  I mean, I truly believe it is far and few in between in which I am begging for something but I can only think that her perception is that I am ALWAYS asking for something. We had a conversation about that once and after I broke down how often or far in between it actually is on a case by case basis, she was like you are right.  So I don’t know what that issue is.  Maybe since she finally (after two years of really trying) got herself a good job, she is tired of me and my struggles.


I am currently on 7 pages on word, so I think its time for me to end this.  I must say that I am actually in pretty good spirits.  Some good has come out of this, such as being smoke free for almost 2 weeks and I am not stopped up!  I am doing better at keeping things in perspective, cuz sometimes after reading someone else’s woes or watching the news, I am really glad and grateful for what I do have.


I thank you guys in advance for your support. It is a damn shame that I get more support from my online friends, people I have never met, than I do from people in my face to face life.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Itchin like a junkie!

I want a POP! or soda for you damn southerners! And I would slap my momma and sleep with the devil for one too.

I am so broke, I can't even tell you how broke I am. i can't even buy a pop. I know, I am so broke that I had to quit smoking cuz I didn't have any money! LMAOO Thank God for FSA so i can buy the patch. LMAOOO Day 7

But anywayssss, I want a pop sooo bad that I would slap my mommma and sleep with the devil. did I say that already?

Misc Items Gone Missing!!!

What is it about can and bottle openers, measuring cups, and funnels that go straight missing when you need them???

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Somebody heppp me....

Yes, i am attempting this again. Day 3. No cigarettes and I am officially constipated.  pfffffft