This Is My Life

Though they were all aged 4-6 and situated fully three miles from my sight range, I could tell what the trouble makers were up to. I could feel the vibrations of their boredom mixing with their dirty diapers causing a witches brew of TROUBLE! I can feel BRATZ from across town! Just yesterday one of em called me up on the phone and breathed quite heavily. It was slightly sexual sounding indicating BITCHINESS! oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh i git SO ANGRY! I don't have time for childish child-games or child playthings. I got tripped at the doctor yesterday by one of those wire roller coasters with the little wooden blocks on them. It popped out from behind the door and entangled itself on my delicate foot! Could the culprit-child who placed it there not properly SEE that I was already in pain and required no further injury in order for this particular doctor's visit to be warranted!?!?!? Maybe that's why the brat was in the doctor's office anyway: POOR VISION! Sure I'm 25 and still going to the pediatrician because he feels sorry for me! Sure, I was a kid once too! I know how it feels to want to be a prankster, to fit in with the other Chucky-like hoods, I also now know how it feels to want to KILL A CHILD AND CUT OFF THEIR LITTLE FLACCID DICKS BUT I DON'T DO IT! Bratz of the world: Take heed! There's someone comin' for ya- or at least there's someone at home, sometimes doing a crossword puzzle and complaining A LOT and sometimes tearing out children's clothing ads and drawing nipples on them with a red marker and circling their crotches! And getting DRUNK!