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Warning: The following post contains harsh language, violent thoughs, depressing comments, and many other offensive components. If you are easily offended, love real (or plastic) babies, get easily mad at me, or are just alltogether a lame-ass then please, do not read this post. Thank you. well. it's monday morning. outside, freezing rain, snow and wind pelt the house, and there is no school. you must be saying, "what? no school? why, that must mean that Joel gets to have that charming baby for another full day! hurrah!" well if you honestly think I like that crying hunk of plastic then you are sadly mistaken. I'm sorry for all you baby lovers out there, but I am not ready, nor did I want, a baby. I never planned to have a baby in my teens, or not even until I was at least in my late 20's. therefore, this whole project is positively bogus. I hate it! sorry if that means I've ruined your day, but it's true, and I'm not gonna lie. this is my Blog, if you want to hear lies you can go somewheres else. no, this baby is not adorable when it wakes you up every night and tortures you with no sleep, and no this baby is not adorable when you're stuck inside the God-damn house waiting for it to "cry." and for the love of God, don't say "oh, well at least he gets the point!" I ALREADY KNEW THE FUCKING POINT! and this might be the lack of sleep and / or food talking, but I think this whole thing was just pointless - for me, anyway. the only reason I'm not sticking this baby in the basement and letting it cry 'til the batteries die is only because my mom doesn't want me to. I'm sorry, but it's 10:20 monday morning, and if I understood correctly, all responsability is out the window after this morning. and even if I do stay and take care for this baby and play pattycake with it, what good will it do me? will I learn a magically life-changing lesson on how wrong I really was with my intentions to fuck every girl I see? uh, sorry, I have a head on my shoulders and I do know better, even amidst my raging hormones. and hey! she said she was gonna give us the babies on thursday, but she gave us them on friday instead "so that the batteries didn't run out." therefore, she wasn't counting on the fact that today would be a snow day, and therefore the batteries should die, right? then why not just speed up the process? I do admit I have some guilt talking about this subject like this, but in the end I don't really care. I find it to be absolutely ridiculous to show any affection or posession whatshowever to a little plastic doll that'll just wake you up in the middle of the night and protray a false image of cuteness. let's not automatically jump to the conclusion that I'm a heartless fiend, however. why, you ask? one word. Ben. I'm not the cruel, baby-eating bastard I sound like here - keep in mind I'm going on 4 hours of sleep and two christmas chocolates that I ate last night. so keeping that in mind, why should I give a damn? I'm finding it very very hard not to name names here, and hey! I could be wrong, maybe I should be grateful for the extra precious moments I'll get to spend with this lovely bundle of anguish and pain... I mean, joy. (no sarcasm or harm intended.) but that pisses me off too... I know it sounds stupid, but I really do hate it when people use things that I posted in my Blog against me. gee, sorry, but if you don't like what's being written, I don't see what's obligating you to stay here and read. honestly, I think anyone who does that... anyway, I'm not gonna go into detail. so yeah, I think when mom and dad leave for the hospital (dad has a pre-op to go to for his liver) I'm gonna put it in the basement and go have fun and do something for myself.... pardon me for not wanting to slave over a doll. oh how fucking grand... the baby just started to cry. good thing we all know that you can shove a key into a baby's back to make it feel better - just like real life, eh! anyway, sorry if you were offended by this post, but this is my blog after all... not yours. later

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