I love you Heather, happy birthday. Today and other days have been rough but I still love you.
Here’s to another year you’ve earned on your belt.
I know no one cares, probably, but I have moooooved, to Tennnessee
I am sure no one reads this, but it’s about to be more active again, as I have been kicked and thrown across the country by unnecessary actions by super unnecessary people.
Life is tough, and I wish someone had told me at birth. If there had been a contractual agreement at birth, in regards to whether or not I want to live this life, I more than likely wouldn’t have signed up.
I mean, I am glad I did, because I’ve got to experience many a wonderful things, that I am very thankful for. I guess what I’m trying to say is: I really don’t think it’s fair of parents to thrust us into this world without our consent. Who are they to decide that we should be alive, when it is in fact our life, and that we have to live this maniacal existence?
Oh well, it’s no big deal, considering I’m generally leagues ahead of my Mother; due to my disdain for her choice to give me life. I feel that children tend to outrank their parents knowledge in accordance with some latent grief we hold inside (with all sorts of angst on the side), in a semi-vengeful response to the damnation we have to suffer as a result of their ineptness when it comes to making moral decisions concerning the consciousness of unborn humans. If we have free will… then why do we have no say as to whether or not we are borne upon this world?
In some awkward sense… parents bear children into this world, guilty themselves of neglect. As a reflection of our environment we are nothing more, in the long run, than a shadow of our parents. How can they auto assumpt that we are responsible solely for our mischief and malevolence, when we cause it? It is their fault for birthing us, and raising us the way they did, or insofar as to mention adoptees and fosterlings are also a product of their aforementioned reciprocative parental counterparts.
We diligently persecute people with our prejudices and morales, when it is the parents who should stand trial for the atrocities they have manufacted, and dispersed upon the world like a flagrant plague. We are all equally guilty of what we accuse the accused of… Why then do we live in such dystopian conditions?
Humans are yet very under evolved and are very young, so perhaps we will auto correct the issues we have trumped ourselves with some time in the future. For now I apologize for ranting, and for my fierceness. I appreciate your reading of this material, alas I also regret it wasting valuable time.
Today it wasn’t very hot, nor was it cold… probably, today, was one of the most temperately median days of the season, odd considering August is generally one of the hottest months of the year around here.
It’s nice when it’s not so hot, because it allows me to bring Ammy outside into the weather and not have to worry about her getting dehydrated.
And to be sure we’re talking about the same things… yes I am talking directly about economy.
It seems everyone needs to make a little extra cash these days, and for sure we don’t want to go through the hassle of organizing a whole yard sale, when there’s probably only a few things we really want to sell.
Ever think free stuff on the internet would be cool? Ever hear of free rewards sites? Sites where you could get prizes or cash from doing menial tasks? All those times you’ve thought those things, you were just probably mere feet from trying to get in on this great opportunity, they do exist and I would like to share them with you.
So anyone who has ever set up a WordPress from default, knows that it starts you off with a Hello World.
Well I’m lazy so my first post I will just edit the Hello World.
I hope to bring forth much news and excitement, with this handy dandy little weblog tool. I plan to write about interesting Android developments, software, news, family stuff, all sorts of things really. I hope any readers I end up acquiring, end up liking my rants and whatnots, but if not I’ll still write.