LycanthropeVl

I get it, you little bastards are happy, but its become to the point that it is agonizing watching friend after friend after friend after relative each have children or get pregnant. I'm beginning to feel a little insulted, because obviously some higher being has decided that they will be better parents than me and that flusters me. Actually no, it pains me. I feel the urge to cry because I am without when all I have really ever wanted to be when I grew up was either a bankrobber or someones mommy. The bankrobber is not looking like a lucrative career option (though in this economy >.>), so I continue to wonder what is so wrong with me that I

I think it is movies like Bride Wars and movies like it that allow women to believe that they are entitled to act completely crazy when they are getting married... or be 'bridezillas'... I demand to have a fiance that will slap me if I ever behave like they do. I feel like slapping whoever started the who bridezilla trend, because its horribly ridiculous. Oh my god, they used Lilies instead of Roses and how many different shades of pink/white/yellow/red... whatever do you have to look at for your fucking napkins. Its ridiculous and any wedding planner that does not put a bride in their place, or fiance for that matter, is just dumb. I mean,

Well, I once again am attempting to right something - something better than my old shit. As unlikely as that is to happen, I have to keep hoping that someday I will reach the point that I can actually publish shit. Until then... well I'm stuck in the prose-ghetto. The Holidays did not give me the fuzzy and warm feeling that I had been hoping they would bring. Instead they brought nausea and dread. Fun, fun. I don't know, maybe the Holidays really do mean nothing and are dumb as hell. I just want there to be something in the world that makes people be nice, stop fighting and be happy. That's a childish dream that I cling to, now I'm starting