Uncensored, unfiltered, me.

For the important things in my life that I feel need to be shared, or that I want to remember. This is a place for my emotions, my struggles, and my triumphs. It will be erratic, sporadic, and slightly insane, but above all it will be honest.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

No sympathy...

I have no sympathy for people who have "accidental" pregnancies. I say "accidental" because a lot of the times people aren't doing anything to prevent it and are *shocked* when they get pregnant. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! You're an ADULT you should know there are ways to prevent these things. You put yourself in this fucked up position. You have NO ONE but yourself to blame. "Wah. I'm stuck with someone I don't like because we *accidently* got pregnant. Now I'm going to be a single parent because I valued a 10 second orgasm over protecting myself from having to deal with this. Condoms/b.c. pills/ etc were just TOO inconvenient and now I'm going to have a child". Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you. If you took measures to prevent this and you still got pregnant, that's a different situation. That seriously sucks and I'm sorry things turned out this way. But to the people that were *surprised* when they did NOTHING to prevent it: THIS IS YOUR FAULT. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GODDAMN DEAL WITH IT.

Monday, March 19, 2012

As good a place to start as any...

4:55am and I just found out my water heater is leaking. Fantastic. Now, I'm the type to worry about everything so sleep is pretty much not an option at this point. Though worry won't stop the leak and neither will staying up more than I already have, but somewhere in my head I apparently believe that if I sleep the walls will collapse and bury us alive. I can just imagine our parents staring at the wreckage of our small but adequate home, while neighbors cluck their tongues and observe with a twinge of pity in their voice "if only she had stayed awake this terrible tragedy could have been avoided". News vans will show up at the scene and warn viewers of the dangers of falling asleep with a half soggy wall in the laundry room "back to you Susan". As Susan, in the newsroom, snaps out of her glassy-eyed stare and back to the camera while trying to muster all the sincerity she can from her degree in journalism.

So here I am, awake.