Hateful, children are hateful. They plague your time, your life, your mind space, everything, with their stupid, inexcusable, inexperience. They stress you out and make you resort to quick fixes like coffee and chocolate. That makes you fat. Where do they come from? Why are they made? To bother us, WE who have finally got the hang of what to do, after years and years of hard lessons? Why bother us now? Leave us alone! Perhaps its not such a Huxlean nightmare after all , to rear them all in human nurseries till they're ready to come out into the adult, adult, ADULT world! And the worst kind of children are those that are in their freshman year of college. Brainless twits. I wish they would, for heaven's sake, educate themselves. Worst of all, you have to be nice to them. Or else, they CRY. *shudder*

Do I sound a little mad? I am. And not just about child problems.

For example, I wished there was some way to up-date my music without having to work too hard. Like perhaps, copy it off other people, with their 60GB strong music collections. And I wished there'd be some easy way to shift all my music to Winamp as I'm done and through with media player. So God or His alter ego, the Devil, sent down to the earth, a virus that ate up all my music files...Chomp, Chomp, Chomp. So now, I use Winamp to play the 4 songs I have left. People are offering to share their collections with me. But reformated comp is still not on the network. Be careful what you wish for, huh?

Anyway, enough of all this, to work, to work... work makes really good escape.