Cattle Mutilation for Fun and Profit

I had a rant, but then it went away.

I had some thoughts, but then I didn't want to voice them over the powers that is Teh Interwebs.

So why am I posting to blogger?

Because I thought of a silly subject line.

That is all.

Commence with the laughter and move along.

Babies and Poverty

I have a baby shower to go to on the 1st of next month.

I shouldn't have one to go to though. It's for my cousin, who is only 3 weeks older than me. I've only just turned 23.

23 isn't a bad age to have a child. But if you can't hold down a steady job, can't stay sober, and the father has skipped down because he's more of a lazy fuckwit than you?

Yeah, not exactly where you want to be when bringing a child into the world.

Maybe I'm being too harsh, but I can't help but feel sorry for the kid and s/he hasn't even been born yet. Growing up in poverty isn't fun, and a lot of people that I know and that I grew up with are still stuck in that rut.

It was always easier to just collect money from the government and do drugs to numb the pain of what a fucking pathetic life you were living than to do anything to actually change it.

*sighs*

Well if nothing else if I go I get to feel like the golden child.