I've known this for quite some time but I've gotten pretty good at repressing things. Sometime in December or whatever my brother's GF is pumping out another unit. I can't really describe it in any other way except with a sarcastic great... Now I have another germ bucket to deal with. Another, yelling, whining, snot bubbling, incoherent, dim witted, bug eyed, downright dirty "thing" to deal with and I know I'll have to deal with it. After all, its family. Can't exactly exile them (for the most part but that's a different side and story all together). It's gonna be tainting my air. GAHHH. The only upside I see is when it grows up enough to blindly follow what I tell it do to. A little return on the "brotherly love" if you will. Outside of that, I can only hope that I'll never have to deal with its crap both rhetorically and literally.

As you may have picked up on, I hate children. Always have and always will. I've been told numerous times that if I find the elusive one, then someday kids. And that I was a kid once. Its different when they're yours etcetera etcetera. I'm glad to report that all of that is bullshit. A. If she really is the one, then wouldn't it be kinda obvious that she too hates children? Something of this nature isn't exactly negotiable. B. I'm aware of that and have profusely apologized to every relative I talk to about that. I know how annoying I can be. Can't imagine it being any better when I was younger. And C. No, it isn't. I know me. There needn't be more of me on this planet. I'm only 21 and I'm saying "damn kids these days" and that is not something that goes away with age. I don't have the patience with other people's children and its supposed to be different when I can "discipline" them? The last thing I'll ever need is a kid crying because all of its needs are met.