I'm yo' Momma, I'm yo' Daddy....

"Helloooo.... LADIES!!"

Welp. If my world didn't suck balls, I would totally be all about second-wife-town.

I want to PolyBlogTown all over the place. However, trade school{beauty}, Grandma, "taking a village to raise a child,*" and like, life? Yeah, even considering another partner is foolhardy AT BEST right now. Everything is crazy, everything is wrong. Aside from the previously aforementioned family issues, *I* have felt off. Like, I accidentally got onto the train to DepressionVille, no stops in Acceptableburg or Okay-town. I'm totally mopey, Grandma is sick, my brain isn't chemically righting itself, so I feel so shitty that it is a fucking chore to remove myself from bed.... and, as a child-hater, I hate to say the following..

...*Oh. Em. Gee. Helping my best friend with her child? More into it than I care to admit. I am there after school, or the whole day, depending on my schedule. For some extra cash, she watches her sister-in-law's{for lack of a better term.} newish baby, and I help her with her beloved child, or the delightful daughter of two humans{in-lawsish, if her bro-in-law married the new baby-momma...} that I absolutely loathe. Woah, woah, woah. I am cruel, but it is the fault of a daughter who has a mother inclined to trap a man using pregnancy? Aboslutely not, and if you say so, fuck your soul. I'll be the demon to fuck you in your afterlife Hell. Anyway, the daughter... well. Mumsy was on opiates the whole pregnancy, and she is ONLY just beginning to be.. like.. awake. Seriously. The last WEEK she's been an OMG HAPPY LAUGHY BABY! Like, she coos and sweetnesses at me all the time since the utero narcs have gotten out of her sys. Sadly, I suspect her sweetness may ultimately have to do with actually.. you know. Paying attention to her. She giggles at EVERYTHING, and like, the way she looks at me and coos makes me so sad. I've seen her around her parental creatures{'mother' and 'father' are too good for these people} and she isn't so active. They have this beautiful little child, just YEARNING, and waiting for them to love her and show her life, and they're fucking it off, ignoring her, and just generally... making me want to violate my parole.

Well, whatever. I know those assholes. I SO could... and want to... cunt out and rat them and their addictions out and take that child and raise it and show it the glorious world and all it has to offer and...

Oh hell. This is all just whacky out-loud thinking-type. I have no child, and at best, a questionable past, and I am... let's say, more than prone, to violence. Oh well.

One day I'll have my school for children sold into sex slavery. I'll educate them, I'll find them jobs, homes, partners, whatever they need! I'll figure out a way to save all the children of the horrid parts of the world, and then I'll REALLY be happy!

See! I HAVE PLANS!

And so... everything is still wrong.