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create_destiny) wrote2005-07-27 07:44 pm
create_destiny) wrote2005-07-27 07:44 pm
Do not read this if you are pregnant or have children
All this Harry Potter shit is driving me batty. Last night because I couldn't take it anymore, I laid in bed and wondered what I would do if I had the power to completely annihilate human existence.
I don't understand happy pregnant people. I'd love to delve into this topic but I have an obsessive fear that on judgment day God is going to be like, "What's up with the hate-on for happy pregnant people?" Of course there's a million things I could come back at him with: Lyme disease, concentration camps, the stench of decomposing bodies (to name a few) but it doesn't matter. You can't argue with God. I tried it once. For five years. It's like trying to reason with a brick wall of love.
I watched Sideways a few days ago and realized that I am that chicken-shit, black hole of negativity writer guy. I have this realization every few years or so and vow to start taking crazy risks, shake things up a bit. The last time I did this I woke up in my car after a night of heavy drinking, parked in the middle of an empty field with a stray dog that I'd never seen before in my back seat. He had really muddy paws and my shoes were gone.*
I want courage. Or at least some brave new pills, preferably orange-flavored chewables.
*That didn't really happen to me. It happened to a co-worker of mine and I happen to think it's hilarious.
I don't understand happy pregnant people. I'd love to delve into this topic but I have an obsessive fear that on judgment day God is going to be like, "What's up with the hate-on for happy pregnant people?" Of course there's a million things I could come back at him with: Lyme disease, concentration camps, the stench of decomposing bodies (to name a few) but it doesn't matter. You can't argue with God. I tried it once. For five years. It's like trying to reason with a brick wall of love.
I watched Sideways a few days ago and realized that I am that chicken-shit, black hole of negativity writer guy. I have this realization every few years or so and vow to start taking crazy risks, shake things up a bit. The last time I did this I woke up in my car after a night of heavy drinking, parked in the middle of an empty field with a stray dog that I'd never seen before in my back seat. He had really muddy paws and my shoes were gone.*
I want courage. Or at least some brave new pills, preferably orange-flavored chewables.
*That didn't really happen to me. It happened to a co-worker of mine and I happen to think it's hilarious.
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I'm not pregnant (thankfully) but I have kidos. Not sure why I should be upset by your post, and having kids...but I was also not much of a happy pregnant person, I don't think. In fact, I recall being pretty damn miserable the first three months...had maybe a couple months of decent comfort before BALLOONING, unable to sleep, sit, stand or eat >:\ And that lasted, what, another four or five months? Nope, no happy preggers here :)
...maybe next time.
I also don't understand the HP craze, but I don't hate it quite as venomously as you ;-)