scarlettjinx
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Joined: 3/14/2008 Status: offline
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Product packaging that takes a chainsaw to open. Why do companies do this? They are freaking sour jolly ranchers, not the cure for cancer or a transplant lung. I am snacky, I am hormonal, I have low sugar, and I want my damn candy!!!! People that think I am cheap because I go to the library every week and check out books versus buying books. You know what, I read very fast, so I can't afford to buy every bookI want to read. If the book is really good, I will purchase it, but I am not spending 25 bucks on a book that I am not entirely sure I will enjoy. People that think that because I am pregnant, it gives them a free pass to violate my personal space and rub on me like I was their own personal pocket Budda. I don't let friends touch the belly, so why do I want your scraggly, unwashed funky creepy guy hands on my belly when I run into Wal Mart for my daily Pineapple mango fix. There is only one person I like to have touch me, and that is man that got me in this situation. And while I am on the subject of things that really piss me off in regards to this, I don't need people that know Papa and I casually to make remarks such as "Wow, your boobs are huge, I bet your having a lot of fun with those things." and it really is not funny when you refer to me a boobs apoppin, tits mcgee, high beams, fun puppets, or whatever other stupid name you happen to think is clever. And by the way, it isn't hormones that are making me act like a bitch, it is you calling me those things. Also, I hate these people that find it necesarry to tell me what I am doing wrong. for instance, after telling a friends wife about being hospitalized for pnemonia, after literally turning blue due to lack of oxegen, This bitty said, "Oh I can't believe you let them give you antibiotics, they can hurt the baby. I never took so much as a tylanol when I was pregnant." Well, given the fact it was antibiotics or suffocate, I think in hindsight my son will forgive me for my desire to continue breathing. And lady, I met your kid. He tried to bite my cat, he is seven and you still breastfeed. You do things your whacked out psycho way, I will do them mine. And don't try to make me feel bad because I haven't gained weight, or because I haven't read the newest celebrity how to pregnancy guide, or because I am naming my son after my favorite literary character, or because I try to incorperate holistic therapies for my discomfort, or whatever it is you want to make me feel inadequate about. Kiss my ass folks. I am doing the best that I can, and according to What To Expect, that is good enough. Thank you for allowing me to vent. I feel much better.
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