The Department Of News

... or Chicles En El Pelo™

ONE
So, the stupid government decided to finally put down the eggnog and communicate with us: "Need Further Information" it said. Ohhhh, merde!
I don't even know what my true feelings are on this one yet. I'm trying really hard not to fall into temptation and lose it, so the provisional thought will be "More to come".

TWO
The bright bright great State of Illinois went smoke-free on Jan 1st.
Now instead of breathing smoke in indoor places, we'll breathe smoke while walking on Michigan Avenue... Ok wait, I'm being a party-pooper on this one, this is actually ama-za-zing.

THREE
On Wednesday I happened to look at my crazy Frankenstein finger (since most of the time I try to avoid it because it reminds me of the good outdoor times) and I discovered this huge bruise-bump-like thing. (Aw my baby, I shall now know you by the almost-dirty name of "The Finger Thing")
It looks like like my quite-dead nerves had a crazy party and didn't know what to do with the garbage at the end. Seriously. And the best part is that it's Saturday and it's still there! Plus, my dad just e-mailed saying his health insurance JUST discovered I'm not 22 anymore so they kicked me out of the family plan. Poops.
There's nothing like being an illegal alien with no job, no means to get a legal job, no health insurance, a living bump on its operated finger, and an unstoppable necessity to whine about everything that goes wrong :)

So, hows the new year treating you all?
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