Abortions

So I've recently had a very intimate relationship with the subject of abortion.  It's quite personal and absolutely horrifying.  It's something no human being should ever be faced with, and it's unfortunate that you can't just tell your belly, "Hey, I'd like to not be pregnant, so how about not being pregnant anymore?"  Unfortunately, that's just not the way it works.

Whether you're pro-choice or pro-life you probably know someone who's had one... you may not even know it.  It's not exactly a light topic of conversation.  "Oh hey, so ya, this one time I got an abortion..."  Ya, probably not something you hear very often.

I'm religious, so I guess I'm somewhat of a paradox being pro-choice and all.  I don't believe life starts at conception.  I guess I kind of view it like if you want to believe a fetus a human, then you may as well believe sperm are humans too.  Yes, there comes a point in the pregnancy when abortion is just out of the question and completely appalling, but I guess to each his own.  I can't stop someone from having a third trimester abortion... but really, if you've come that far, why not just go all the way.  I mean, come on now.  If you don't want the child give it up for adoption.

But early on in the pregnancy, before the fetus actually becomes a baby, when it's still forming a brain and a heart and all that important stuff necessary for living outside of the womb, I certainly don't see anything wrong with nipping it in the bud.  As horrible as it may sound, and as unChristianly as it may be...  I see nothing wrong with terminating an accidental pregnancy.  Accidents happen, and being pregnant is EXTREMELY hard on some people...  Some people have an easy pregnancy, some people basically have the flu for 9 months.

Either way, I'm 100% pro-choice.  I respect other's opinions and can understand where you're coming from if you're pro-life, but there's really no need to push your opinions on others...

If only we could all just quit giving a shit about what other people are doing and concentrate on ourselves, wouldn't the world be a better place?

Good Things Come to Those Who've Been Cheated On, Bad Things Come to Those Who Cheat

It has come to my attention that my low-down, dirty-rotten, scumbag, cheater of an ex-boyfriend is having a pretty rough go.

Since we'd gotten together, roughly three years ago, I'd gotten him $1000.00 out of debt, and a few thousand out of the hole. I took him out of his parents house and away from the drugs and alcohol. He was completely self-sufficient and had a pretty decent job. And to top it all off, I'd helped him get into college.

Now, seven months after the break-up, he's over $20,000 in debt. Moving back in with his parents and he's balls deep in drugs and alcohol. He has no job and no prospects. He also dropped out of college and has no direction in life...

The sad thing is, I'm doing and feeling better than I ever did when I was with him.

He was the one that cheated and fucked everything up... but I still can't help but feel bad for the stupid twat. I guess that's what separates the good guys from the bad guys.

I guess the moral of the story is, cheaters never prosper... Well sometimes they do, but is it really worth the risk?

Break Ups

I don't really think they should call them break ups... I think they should call them break downs, cause that's definitely how it feels.

My boyfriend recently got rip-roaring drunk and thought it would be a good idea to fuck his best friend's sister.  Blame it on the alcohol?  No way.  There's never an excuse for cheating.

We've been dating for over two years now.  We lived together.  The majority of the things I own are also his things.  It's honestly just a giant, stinking mess.

To top it all off, his best friend's creeping in and making the situation so so so much more confusing that it needs to be.  It would be healthy to stay single at this point in time, but it's hard when he's just so darn cute.

It's just a really, really bad situation.

Writing a Novel

So I've been trying to write this book for the past year... It's turning out well, for a first novel anyways.

I've heard all of this speculation that first novels almost never get published.  That's probably the most disheartening news a writer will ever hear. *sigh*

But I'm so completely in love with the idea of my novel, like head-over-heels infatuated.  I'm going to write it and I'm going to get it published no matter what anyone tells me, because I want other people to read it and fall in love with it as well.

At least that's what I'm telling myself.

I'm almost halfway through, 35,000 words.  It's pretty much the hardest thing I've ever done.  But I'm commited.  It may be months and months and months before it'll be readable, but eventually it will be.  At least somewhat.

Wish me luck.

Jury Duty

So I had my first jury summons today.   It was fucking lame.  Did you know - you can get anywhere from $5-$15 a day for being a juror.  Wooooo!  We're in the money now, right?  Fuuuuuck that.

I wasted 4 hours of work which is roughly $45.  Do you know how much court fees are?  Let's put it this way, a DUI will cost you roughly $20k.  None of that money is going to the jury that's for damn sure.  It's going to line the fat wallets of the judges and DAs and Lawyers and so on and so such.

One mistake=years and years of life savings down the drain. 

And they can't even "afford" to pay their jurors a decent wage for taking time out of THEIR lives to listen to a bunch of pissing and moaning about stuff that nobody cares about.

So they dismissed me almost immediately upon reaching the juror's box.  I had been giving everyone the evil eye all damn day and I was so pissed off steam was practically shooting out of my ears.

I'm not at all pleased that our corrupt legal system can just ruin my day whenever they damn well please.

The prosecutor should be glad she dismissed me so promptly, I was going to vote not guilty irregardless of her whiney bantering...

The Frenemy

We all have them; they're a stupendous part of our lives.  A paradox of sorts.  The frenemy, aka, the friend that you don't really want, but you can't tell to go away because that wouldn't be very nice.

I have one.  I think he may very well be slowly ruining my life, but I can't tell him to bugger off because we've been friends for years and years and years.

I recently got him a job working with me at DHS.  I knew he was a pretty loveable person, but I didn't realize it was going to be like how it turned out.  These old ladies practically worship the kid.  And by worship, I mean he could probably be running the place by the end of the month.

The thing is, I have a seasonal job here, he got himself a full time job.  I would like to get a full time job here when one opens up, and there's been quite a bit of speculation that a tech job will be opening up soon.  My friend wants to be a tech.  I stand no chance against him whatsoever.  I've been here longer and don't bullshit around, but he's got the idol worship of every single woman in this building.

It's just not fair...  This is the point when you move far, far away so your "friend" can no longer ruin your life and make you feel so utterly pointless.

Do people love me like they love him?  Absolutely not.

Will they ever?  No.

Do I really care?  Only when it comes to my job, so I guess yes, I absolutely do.

Argh!

Staying Away From the Kardashians

The Kardashians...

Why are these freaks of nature still relevant in today's society?  Who is watching their show enough to keep it from being cancelled?  Who is dumb enough to buy their merchandise?

I mean, just fucking look at them...

It's disgusting.  The mass amounts of collagen and botox inserted into every nook and crany of their ishy bodies is enough to make me want to vomit.

And the money they earn from making complete asses of themselves is confounding!  I mean really!  Wtf? 

But honestly, we're the asses in this situation.  We read about them, watch them on television, and buy their horrible products.  tsk, tsk, tsk

If we ignore them, maybe they'll just disappear.