Ok, so with that said, I have to join in on the celebrity gossip/cutdown and channel the guy from D-listed.
When you are a public figure and walk around like this, yes the paparazzi will photograph you. Yes they will write about how fat you are and say mean things. Yes, you brought it on yourself and no, you don't need to whine/cry/blame society.
Ok, now moving away from celebrities. There is this girl that I know from highschool that has a blog. And every now and then, I would read it to keep up with her. We weren't best friends or anything, but I was good friends with her two older brothers growing up and I liked to semi-keep up. She got knocked up in college and subsequently haphazardly threw together what we in the south like to call a "shotgun wedding". Something must have happened to her during childbirth, because her head has now securely become wedged up her naive ass where she lives in a world where she thinks her shit doesn't stink. All she does is bitch about how little time she has now that she is responsible for a human being, how hard nursing school is and how much more she knows than the medical students, how not getting a job at the VA is some sign from Jesus that she needs to open up her own craft/baby clothing store instead of working as a student nurse, or how her mom (who lets her married ex-knocked up immature child stay with her for free under her roof) is just so negative and she needs to move out because it's not working for her or her husband.
First off, this child needs to be hit with the REALITY stick of how fortunate she is. She also needs to be put in her place about her apparent superior knowledge on everything medical compared to doctors. She needs a large dose of shut the fuck up followed by a grow up booster. If she wanted to open up her own business, she should have gone to business school. Last time I checked nursing school didn't give you a window of opportunity to open up your own business. And...you're smarter than a doctor, right? Besides, her little craft projects and "awesome" paintings look like 8th grade projects. I think my 4 year old niece could spit out the same quality in artwork as this girl. She also needs to stop bitching about how hard being a mother and a wife is and realize that it's not playing house like 8 year olds think it is. She should have thought about all that before she had sexy times with her boyfriend with no protection and getting knocked up. Dumbass.
Ok, so that was my fun study break of the night. Sorry to be so catty and gossip like, but they all deserve it. Maybe next time I'll talk about the OTHER girl I went to high school with that has now decided that she can explain all drug effects, actions, and side effects because she's a stay at home mom and has a pharmacist husband and the power of pro-life on her side.
UGH!
Happy Step everyone.
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