Thursday, August 11, 2011
Brewing Einstein
So my roommate got knocked up. What a smart thing to do. The damn girl can't even take care of her dog, let alone a baby. She is completely nasty and I feel like I spend all day picking up after her. People tell me different ways to make her get the point. She doesn't, nothing works. She is just a lazy, dirty human being. I refuse to even bring friends over to my house because I am too afraid we will walk in and she will have left a giant mess in the kitchen or anywhere else. Its flipping embarrassing.
So back to her being pregnant. Haha, I laughed when I found out. "Serves her right." I thought. The 'baby daddy' is ten years older then her, doesn't have a car, and is a server at a casual cafe. Not to mention he already has two kids by another women, who is completely psycho, that he never even sees. She picked a real winner there. Not like she is a major catch or anything. The best part is, two days before she found out she was prego she had broken up with the looser and told him not to come by the house anymore. Perfect, finally.
Oh, but the dream was short lived. She finds out she is pregnant on a Monday, do you know why this is relevant to anything.... because she refused to take the pregnancy test over the weekend for fear that the possible positive result would hinder her drinking plans. God this baby is a lucky child. So Monday rolls around, she takes four test, all positive, she cries and cries and cries. I sorta feel bad for the girl. Then she does something I should have expected. She calls up the daddy tells him the news and not only gets back with him, but moves him into our place. WTF.
Now I live with two nasty, lazy, dirty, idiots that don't have a complete brain between the two of them. For this child's sake I hope they are right when the say genius skips a generation. If there is any truth to this then folks, my roommate is brewing the next Einstein.
So back to her being pregnant. Haha, I laughed when I found out. "Serves her right." I thought. The 'baby daddy' is ten years older then her, doesn't have a car, and is a server at a casual cafe. Not to mention he already has two kids by another women, who is completely psycho, that he never even sees. She picked a real winner there. Not like she is a major catch or anything. The best part is, two days before she found out she was prego she had broken up with the looser and told him not to come by the house anymore. Perfect, finally.
Oh, but the dream was short lived. She finds out she is pregnant on a Monday, do you know why this is relevant to anything.... because she refused to take the pregnancy test over the weekend for fear that the possible positive result would hinder her drinking plans. God this baby is a lucky child. So Monday rolls around, she takes four test, all positive, she cries and cries and cries. I sorta feel bad for the girl. Then she does something I should have expected. She calls up the daddy tells him the news and not only gets back with him, but moves him into our place. WTF.
Now I live with two nasty, lazy, dirty, idiots that don't have a complete brain between the two of them. For this child's sake I hope they are right when the say genius skips a generation. If there is any truth to this then folks, my roommate is brewing the next Einstein.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
AHHHHH
Frustration exudes me as I find myself in yet another predicament. Yet again something obtainable that I am forced to ignore. Is this the stance for the rest of my life. Every open ended road seems to fork to yet another fork. Where is my straight path, why cant I find it. But honestly folks, would I even take it. Doubtful. This confusion and frustration seems to be what my body thrives on. It keeps me breathing everyday and grinning every night. Nothing is desired that is obvious or predictable. What fun would my life be then.
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