Saturday, January 22, 2011

I am one

I'm not always in a bad mood. But if you want to put me in one, interrupting me is a good method. Treating me like a little kid is a better one. Oh, and giving me exact change at work, but that should already be understood. This isn't a big deal anyway, it's just a fairly routine first hour at work.

Actually I'm in a better mood now. Ranting is good for the soul. As are cookies and tips. Maybe I AM a little kid. I feel like it most of the time. Maybe that's why I don't like kids, because I am one. Ooooooooo.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Fetus Ball

I don't care what anyone says, newborn babies are some disgusting looking creatures. They all look hideous. I was an ugly newborn and you were too.

I never want to be a parent... I have encountered some children who are really great, better than 99% of the rest of humanity already, but I hate to think that they are already plagued by various issues, mainly because of their surroundings, or parents, or bad teachers, or asshole peers, or what have you. Hopefully they grow up and overcome such petty BS and do great things, unlike the rest of us.

As for the rest of the youth of America, they're going to grow up to be horrible people because they already are horrible people. Probably.

This post was supposed to end after that first paragraph.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Embored

I feel like I bore most of the people I talk to and I disappoint, offend and/or embarrass the rest. No exceptions. People really don't care what I have to say, and I don't blame them.