Did the condom break? Or are you just that stupid?

Sometimes, I really despise my brain, and my thoughts. I look around at screaming kids and I think to myself, "You know Zee, I understand why they find children in dumpsters. Better yet, I totally understand abortion." Call me cynical, call me a murderer. But some people just shouldn't be parents. Plain and Simple.

First of all. Children hate me. Well most of them. And well, I hate most children. Yesterday at work, I accidentally hit this little girl, after I repeatedly asked her to please step back from the bag carousel, while I was waiting on her mother. I not only hit her, I successfully hooked her mouth. Which sent her screaming to her mother. I felt bad, but hell, how many times did I tell her to move, that she was gonna get hit? It's her own damn fault. Luckily her mother wasn't mad. Though the little girl sent me "I'm going to hell" glares. Similar to those I received at a certain seminar. But oh well.

So today. As I was standing there, nearing the end of my shift. I saw from the corner of my eye, this little boy, swinging this bag around, like he's going to rope someone. I went to scan something from someone's cart, and out of nowhere this kid hits the back of my knees with this bag, almost knocking me to the ground. I watch in slow motion as the people around me are like, "Do we laugh? Is she okay?" I turn, look straight at the little boy, restrain most of my anger, and yell, "JESUS CHRIST!" If I hadn't seen him before, I probably would have backhanded him, thinking someone was trying to attack me. Karma sure does kick you in the ass sometimes. I take out some kid, another tries to take me out. Oh the joys of my job.

So speaking of work. It seems as though someone has discovered my myspace page. And like the good old fashioned rumor mill, so has everyone else. I've kept my page a secret for close to a year now. Why now? I don't want all those people knowing things about me. I'm not big on befriending co-workers. Though, I do hang out with a few. I just find it weird. It's kind of weird though, that someone was like oh let's look for Suzanne. New stalkers. AHHHHH!

I wish it was warm outside. I miss the sunshine. But until then, I'll hog all the quilts and snuggle in bed, until I'm forced to get up, and face all this craziness.

Sorry I was such a bitch today. There was really no excuse for it. Peace out.