I'm currently filled with an overflowing amount of annoyance. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating but, yeah. I'm pissed. I know I haven't blogged in days and it's entirely my fault. Sorry. Two people managed to ruin blogging for me within five minutes. I'm embaressed to say that I supported them at first but then, I settled in to my extremely moody rut. I'm way too much of a sissy/"good friend" to tell them that they blow. Truth is, I kind of, sort of, maybe need this. This is mine. And only minutes ago I decided that I want it to stay mine, no matter how much people cause my world and THE world to suck.
I'm going to continue to complain in this paragraph. You can skip over it if you want. I have a close-ish friend who thinks that my life is perfect. It drives me crazy. She is under some ridiculous illusion that NOTHING can EVER be wrong with me or in my life. My other friends pick up on my behavior and ask me about it but she just shrugs it off. And when I do finally explode all over the place she has the nerve to say "It always has to be about you, doesn't it?". *punches a baby*
Speaking of babies, F is over with her electronic baby from Child Development class. I named him Sebastion, which was criticized but I don't care. Sebastion is a great name in my opinion. It's different and that's what we're all striving for. To be original, unique. Aha, random moment of wisdom. Sebastion has made my decision towards hating babies even more concrete. This thing cries like a mofo. A. Mofo. It eats for an estimated fifteen minutes at a time, then has to be burped, then changed, and then rocked. That's way too much work. I am never have children, ever. Whenever I say that to an older person, who most likely has kids, they react with shock. "You'll change your mind when you meet a man you love." I just nod and smile. A male will never be able to sway my decisions. No matter how much I love him. I'm pretty sure I'll always be independent. I want to go to work and make money. I'll be your sugar momma. As long as I don't have to make three dozen cupcakes in one night for my child's class.
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I was getting really panicked, wondering where you were for 8 DAYS. You have some explaining to do! (At this point I would call you Missy. But I've never called anyone that, and I think it's weird, so you're off the hook.)
ReplyDeleteSebastion is a perfectly good name, it makes me think of a lion. Lions are strong and brave, right?
"I'll be your sugar momma." =o HAHAHAHA
I'm not sure whether I want any children as well, babies seem like awfully sticky midgets.
That was an awfully long comment, but oh well =)
The name reminds me of the dude from the Little Mermaid. Speaking of which, is he a crab or a lobster? Is there really much of a difference?
ReplyDeleteAnyways, not all babies are as horrible as the electronic baby. All of them are different. For example, my niece never really cried when she was a baby. However, on the other hand, my nephew cries all the time if he doesn't get what he wants. Which, sounds just like the electronic baby.
Don't ever allow people to tell you what you can or cannot do. You set your limits and boundaries. If you want to bungee jump, then jump and if you want to blog then blog.