I think it's really rude when people ask when I'm going to have children. Like I'm some kind of fucking baby gumball machine. Drop in a quarter, spit a few out...

I had someone say to me recently, "Obviously, you're not a parent. You won't know until you have kids... Having kids is better than sex." (The really ironic thing is that this person has had sex less times in the last two years than I have fingers on my right hand). Anyways, I really hate that kind of statement... A, If there is something I don't know, that I can only know by having children, then I'm better off not knowing it. And B, NO- IT IS /NOT/. I will take an all-night shagathon over rosy, dimpled cheeks and baby giggles ANY DAY. Hell, even if the sex was bad, I would still prefer that to having a kid.

Its all a bunch of bullshit. I'm beginning to think that people who have kids encourage others' baby-making because they don't want to be alone in the nightmare they've created for themselves. Misery loves company.

In other news, I saw Watchmen and it was amaaaazing. So I'm using something from the movie for my subject line.

Closing date on our house is supposed to be April 20th, but our realtor is telling us it will probably be closer to early May. Either way, our days in this apartment are numbered. I think it knows that. Last night, we had some weird kind of power problem. I turned the light on in the bedroom, and the entire ceiling fan died. Along with about half of the switches in my apartment. None of the breakers were tripped though and all the outlets themselves were working fine. I hit the reset button on the outlet in the bathroom and somehow /that/ fixed everything. Go figure... Whatever, electricity.

Okay, now I'm just babbling...