His temper flared while his hand swiped across the desk launching her laptop, “the avenue of her deception,” he said.
Five minutes ago he moaned about them, how sorry he was. 75 more words
“OH WE’RE SORRY. YOUR INSURANCE DOESN’T COVER LITHIUM UNLESS IT’S MAIL ORDER. HAHAHAHAHA”
eat my ass i will pee on everything you love.
I finally made the call to the insurance supported med delivery bullshit place, gonna call my doctor tomorrow and ask her to fax my scripts to them, then cross my fingers and pray that nothing interesting can be made out of lithium and latuda like… hyper death meth or super crack, so I can get it out of my mailbox without being shot or mugged. 243 more words