Nov 07, 2009 19:35
I think I'm an evil person.
This woman I can't stand at work. She's PG. When our boss told everyone that's the reason she was out, I wanted to gag. I should not think this way. I can't believe this malice of my own heart. I think I feel more sorry for the kid because she is some kind of mental case. I'm serious. She is a mental case. We all thought she was out of the office because she literally had a mental breakdown. Imagine my surprise. I didn't even say, "Oh happy joy!" I'm evil.
It seems that lately I've been feeling the malice in my heart when it comes to people finding out their PG. I suppose it's because I know, in my own evil heart, I will never be PG. I'm 33. Time passes by fast. I don't want to do a sperm donor thing because I don't want to a child to not have a father. I thought of adoption, but again, raising a child on my own without a father is not what I want for him or her.
It's jealousy, envy, greed all rolled into one. Lissa says I'm not evil. I am.
I am:
lazy
greedy
jealous
envious
cowardly
afraid
fearful
anxious
annoying
arrogant
insolent
grouchy
lonely
cold-hearted
pessimistic
pompous
snobby
surly
onry
weak
worried
slovenly
tense
pissed
evil
LORI
Lackadaisical
Obnoxious
Rude
Impolite
that's stewpatty! whatevs