i'm not ready for a kid yet.

that was made very clear to me this morning. we tend to keep the patio door in the bedroom slightly open at night, and at about 7am i was awoken by the top of her lungs screaming of that poor poor suffering little devil spawn next door.
what in the holy fuck is so miserable in that little maggot's life that would cause her to screech constantly like that almost every single day. more importantly, what the flying fuck are her idiotic parents thinking to allow her to continue.
parents can no longer discipline kids, which is a result of some folks crossing the line between punishment and abuse, but that kind of tantrum requires her head to be spun around 360 degrees.

i'm not ready for children of my own. i'm sure it's natural that they are going to feel the need from time to time to communicate to the entire planet via screeching that they are the epitome of suffering, and my initial reaction to that appears to be rage. i'm mistakenly assuming that little runts actually have minds and can be reasoned with...

and that's...one to grow on!