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Hi, I just joined this community. I haven't seen any support groups for child free folks, so I'm really glad I found this place.

Just to give you some background about my own personal child free-ness: I decided at a very early age that I did not want children. It was mostly because, personally, I don't like kids (not trying to dog anyone who does, though). But then the reasons piled up as I got older. Now days, it's extremely economically-draining to have a kid, not to mention emotionally-draining. Also, there are things I want to do with my life, and having a kid will not only hinder that, but I also won't be able to take care of a kid if I do pursue my dreams.

I'm 23-years-old now, and I feel very strongly about not having a kid than ever before. However, people still don't take me seriously. My mom is a perfect example. My oldest brother just had a child over a year ago, and she expects me and my other brother to have children as well. I know she likes to be a grandma, but she shouldn't have control over my life like that.

She always talks about me finding a nice guy and having children. I constantly have to remind her that I'm not all too interested in guys (I did come out as bisexual to her, though I lean towards women more, but, of course, being gay/bi or whatever doesn't hinder people from having children), I don't want to get married, and I don't want to have a family. Then, she always mentions adoption and stuff. I can't really get it through her head. My mom isn't a bad person, but she still has that "traditional family" nonsense stuck in her head.

And yes, I hear the "You'll change your mind!" argument very often. Well, I haven't, and because I'm feeling more increasingly strongly about not having a kid, I probably won't. I really hate the idea that because I'm a single woman, then I MUST produce a family, or else I'll be miserable forever, and I won't have a purpose in life.

This is probably the same sentiment you all have, but it's really nice to be able to get it out of me.

Anyway, hi :D!

I really am hard up for money right now, so I'm opening up 5 slots for 10$ pictures. G-XXX and up to 2 characters, any and all people willing to help is a god send!

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Quick Refesher: I draw the webcomic Last Res0rt, about a futuristic reality show (and the girl who signed up for it before figuring out she's also a vampire!). I'm almost done getting Volume 1 ready for print.

With Volume 1 looming on the horizon and the holidays coming up, now’s the time to put together what it’ll take to make sure this preorder stays on schedule — which includes no small amount of fundraising! Since the start of Volume 2 (if not throughout Volume 2) is going to involve, among other things, a veritable battalion of Star Org soldiers, why not ask you to help me find a solution to both?

You can help support the comic and keep Volume 1 on track, and I can draw you into the comic as a Star Org soldier instead of having to come up with random extras! You’ll not only be helping me, you’ll become part of the story!

Continue reading at lastres0rt.com and get full details...

TL;DR: Pay at least $50 and you'll get not only a custom conbadge of yourself / your fursona / whatever in their new role as a Star Org character, you'll also get a future cameo in Last Res0rt as well. If you don't feel like spending that much money, I've got a new wallpaper and some new Zazzle merch available as well. I'm doing this to raise money for the books; if I don't raise enough money, don't count on seeing the books anytime soon.

Well, this is my first post to this comm. I've lurked for awhile, watching and reading. So, hi. I'm Ana. Anyway, I'm making my first post, obviously, beginning with the bad, since the good will probably be good to follow up with.

All right, so, I'm 19. I still have a learner's permit, because no on has the time to take me driving and we can't afford to hire someone to do it. I have, like, two friends over 21, and our schedules conflict. So, well, I found out my permit expired the thirtieth of September. Well, it took us so long to get to the tag agency that it was already November. I need my birth certificate, so we go home, but can't find it. It's lost. So, instead of wanting to run up the next day and use my passport at the highway patrol station, Mom decides we'll order my birth cert (I was born out of state) and wait a WEEK. I am, admittedly, going to an Anime convention this weekend. (Not a weeaboo--I just like any excuse to dress up as anything, and besides, some of the people there are amazing). I need my permit to get in, as I REFUSE to take my PASSPORT to something like that--something crowded. Well, my birth cert was supposed to come in yesterday. Adam, my nine year old brother, was sick home with pink eye, meaning Mom was home. I'm a college student, so I asked her if she could get Adam into the State clinic early in the morning--it's clean cut, in and out, there. Then, as my classes for the day run from 11-2:30, someone could be home for the UPS guy.

...Simply because she could go to the nice, pretty, PRIVATE doctor at 11:15, she scheduled that. And no one was home to get the package. Meaning that we then had to wait until SEVEN THAT NIGHT to go pick it up, meaning we couldn't get my permit renewed yesterday. Meaning we now have today and Thursday, as I leave for the con around 1:30 on Friday, about an hour after classes end that day.

Thanks, Mom. Nice to know where I stand. I mean, I only DON'T EXIST without some form of valid ID on me!

And now, for the good news.

Today, as we were heading toward the school, I jokingly commented that her form of birth control (she often jokes about how a sibling as young as Adam is excellent birth control, even though I'm openly lesbian--it's all in good fun) worked a little too well. She then gave me a serious reply: "No, I think it's just part of you. I honestly never expected grandkids from you."

That's right. My mom, who loves kids to the point of, if she could, she'd be a stay-at-home mother of a bajilliondy and eleven... ...Is perfectly okay with my childfree status. As is my grandpa. We all agree that I have too many problems that could be inherited, especially if I turn out to be bipolar like we believe I might be (can't go to the psychiatrist to be diagnosed, no insurance). I've got mild--and getting worse--OCD, the infamous family temper (read: very short), I'm a lesbian in Oklahoma, diagnosed with ADD, obesity runs in my family, heart problems run in my family, addiction (drugs AND alcohol) runs in my family... Yeah, any genetic kids would be screwed. So, it's really nice to know that Mom and Papa (grandpa) encourage me. It's a good feeling, and has really made me hopeful the rest of today goes good.

EDIT: My mother DID promise me she would be here while I was in class, both the night before and yesterday morning. My brother only has pink eye (in one eye) that isn't even that bad, and I HAVE tried to get my ID every Friday since I realized it had expired--the only time we really had the time. The excuse I got was that she wanted to sleep, and didn't want to take thirty minutes to renew the ID I need ANYWAY and would be more comfortable with taking (as it would be up-to-date and much easier to not lose as I do NOT carry a purse because I only carry my house key, wallet and cell). And when we DID get in, it was Papa taking off early from his job which keeps a roof over her head (I do most of the cleaning, mind you) and it was too late to get it without the birth cert as a month had passed.

You know what the best thing is about being a teacher? It's that feeling of being so ridiculously proud of your students that you feel like you're going to explode from the emotion. Even if it has nothing to do with anything you personally taught them.

I don't talk about school much in public entries, but suffice it to say that our school has gone through a lot of crap in the last few weeks due to the flu outbreaks, having to cancel various events and classes and other stuff. We had to postpone our chorus competition until today -- and YESTERDAY, 4 confirmed cases of the "Type A" flu popped up in class 3-2, so they had to stay home today and for the next few days. So after all their work, they didn't get to perform.

In more craziness, the boy who was playing piano for class 3-3's second song ALSO had to stay home today because he was sick (whether it is flu or not, we don't know yet, but he had a headache yesterday and a fever today). And well, 3-3 didn't have a backup piano player -- the girl who played their first song hadn't rehearsed piano for the second song at all, and it was the special song, not the common song. (Every grade sang a song together, then each class in that grade had to sing that song to be judged by, as well as a special song that only that class would sing.)

You know what class 3-3 did? This morning at 8am when they found out they were without a piano player, 4 girls in the class spontaneously arranged an acapella backup line for their song. And the entire class got together and rehearsed it a few times in the morning with a few people taking on the extra acapella backup. And then they got up there and performed it in front of a full auditorium.

THEY WERE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING.

Yeah, there were slight mistakes in harmony and a few notes, but what can you expect after they rehearse with a piano for 3 months and suddenly have to perform a crazy different version on a few hours' notice?

I brought my little USB voice recorder with me and taped the entire concert and I've listened to class 3-3's song several times (am listening to the concert right now still) and I want to cry from how amazing they were and how proud I am of them.

The 3rd-years as a whole were singing a song after that as well, but about half the girls were crying so hard by the end of it that they couldn't sing. The girl conducting the song was waving her arms with tears running down her face.

Our principal went up to give a closing speech, but he was crying too. And this is like, a 60-something-year-old guy.

Later in the day when I was doing eiken interviews (I'm helping kids prepare for the oral examination part of an English proficiency test), one of the girls I was interviewing happens to be one of the four that did the music arrangement, and she told me all of the backstory after I gushed for a bit about how completely amazing and awesome I thought they were. She said they were all so nervous and shaking, and that the reason most of them were crying was that they were so sad their friends from class 3-2 weren't there with them, it felt so empty and this was their last time ever singing in a chorus competition in our school before everybody goes away after graduation and it was so sad.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that I won't even be there in the spring...

Seriously, I'm bursting with pride about these kids who I spend half of my time wanting to defenestrate. I think they created a school legend today, in all honesty -- the kind of thing that they're going to remember for the rest of their lives, at least.

Anyway...

As for the rest of the day, I was at school fairly late working on some stuff for tomorrow (you wouldn't believe this but I hand-drew an entire picture for an activity, and it even looks GOOD, I'll have to try to scan it) and after work I went to Ueno and met up with kawaru, who is in town for a few days for a CIR conference or something.

We went to Gyukaku for yakiniku. I'd actually never been there before, and quite frankly I think I prefer Anrakutei, at least the one in Akabane... it's about the same price but I like the food and atmosphere better at Anrakutei (plus they don't come up to you like "hey, do you guys need to order in English? 'cause I speak English..." at Anrakutei), and of course, drink bar. But Gyukaku is not necessarily bad. We split a "Super Big 500" -- they even have the same name for it -- and yay yakiniku.

After that, karaoke, but Craig could only stick around for an hour, so I mostly made him do lots of songs that require two people or harmony, like some HY, and Winding Road, and Seishun Amigo and stuff. And he picked How You Like Me Now for old times' sake or something. I can't rap, btw.

While we were standing outside Big Echo and I was staring at the price matrix and doing math in my head, some dude comes up like "Hey, do you need help?" and I basically looked at him with a "please die in a fire" glare like "No." He walked off. Craig was even like "WTF was THAT?"

So, home after that. I am not sure where the last 2 hours went. I have been reading news about that Ichihashi guy I guess, and listening to my kids' concert and so on. I'm pretty tired. Tomorrow will be tiring too :)

This article made me rage out hardcore and I thought you fellow CFers might enjoy having your head explode, too.

Chicka here has this incredibly debilitating form of dwarfism, she is only 2ft or so high and wheelchair bound, coupled with a few other medical problems such as partially collapsed ear canals by the looks of it since she needs hearing aids.

So she decides that challenging natural selection is the best shit ever and to have 3 kids, and wants more!
The first of which inherited her horrible condition! GREAT JOB. Gold star.

It was about time that Mr. Richardson and I went on a wee dander together. So as soon as I found out we both had Monday together we set out to look for a nice place to walk. WalkNI has always been a good source for discovering new walks, and so after a brief search and assessment of Mr. Richardson (and his shoes) we decided to go easy on him. Delamont Country Park was our destination.

On arrival the park boards were inspected, and we realized there was a ráth on site, which immediately send me bouncing, ready to go. Throughout the park along the trail you'd also be finding 'fresh air fitness' equipment. Basically, it's a playground for adults with outside gym stuff.

We went on a short and easy up-hill slope, and after crossing a rather soggy field we reached the Strangford Stone. Standing over 10 meters high it is the tallest megalith in Ireland. It's a 'modern build', to commemorate the millennium, and it has this neat miniature solar system carved on it, with the position the planets were in on the day. The site offers grand far-sights of the Mourne Mountains, which is also where it was cut from the Thomas Mountain quarry.

We tried a couple of the fresh-air fitness stuff, which was hilarious and actually a pretty good work-out! Turning away from the standing stone, we set on along the Lough, before coming to a wooded 'path' of land on a hill top. Knowing that it was probably the site of the ráth, we went in to explore. Rooks were everywhere! So far, all wooded ráths we've visited have been 'infested' with corvids, something which never fails to put a smile on my face.

The ráth was rather large, and the wall around it still pretty steep. On the top there was a big old oak tree growing, but other then that it hasn't been kept very well. Overgrown and hidden away it did add to the charm of the site.

From there we went down and into the woodlands down to the pond. We spotted a squirrel just as we were coming to the opening, and as we came to the pond loads of things started darting away. The pond looked more like a swamp, and such dark waters always give me the chills. Rotting wood covered in ferns lay in the water, which looked more like grass in some areas. It was duck paradise, and we stood there watching them go about their business.

After the pond we headed back along the coast, before coming full circle and back to the ranger station. It was a good walk indeed, and next time we'll definitely combine the whole things with all the gym stuff.

( And, per usual, a ton of pictures behind this cut )

When we came back to Bangor darkness had settled in. We still needed to get some bits and bobs for Oscar, so a quick stop at the pets shop had to do. Once shopping was done, we got back into the car and headed back home. Reminiscing our day while Mr. Richardson focused on the driving I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts by a strange rattle and smell from the car next to us.. which was also waiting to turn. Looking at the car I quickly realized that the exhaust was SPEWING BLUE FLAMES, and that the underside of the car didn't have a 'pimped underside with strange yellow orange lights', but that the underside of the car was RED HOT and GLOWING.

Mr. Richardson had gotten his turn, and I told him to pull over as the other car was on fire and probably going to blow up by the looks of things. Mr. Richardson quickly realized I wasn't dreaming, as from the point where we had pulled over you could clearly see the car glowing from underneath, and the white hot metal parts. Stopping traffic Mr. Richardson ran back to the car, and told the driver to get the hell out. Clueless, the guy stepped out and wanted to grab his stuff, whilst being warned by Mr. Richardson to get away because the thing was on fire and could blow-up as far as we knew. The guy, now curious to see, went onto the ground in the middle of the road while traffic we passing his car to look underneath the car to see.

At this point I'm thinking that it probably wasn't the best idea that Mr. Richardson went that close to the vehicle, and gods only know what could happen. When the guy saw underneath the car he finally turned his engine off and waited for the whole thing to cool down. Once the underside was glowing with heat anymore Mr. Richardson and a passer-by pushed the car onto a parking space at the side of the road. The driver, also said he just filled the thing with petrol, and couldn't understand why it went like that.

I wonder if the guy knows just how lucky he was...

So, in short, a day filled with excitement. Back at home, Oscar's comfy-bed downstairs came out of the dryer. within second of Oscar finding out that his favourite snuggle spot was pre-warmed he slid into it, and was out light a light in seconds.


Love is.... a pre-warmed snuggle place

 My poor, poor housemate.
She loves babies and wants to have six one day - and she lives next to me, who gets slightly nauseous at the sight of a pregnant belly or a little baby. (My opinion is that people go 'aw, little toes!' so they don't have to look at the face.) So while we get on, I occasionally rub her up the wrong way by mentioning why I don't want to reproduce. I usually apologise - it's her business if she wants to have babies, and she's a lovely, caring person so I'm sure she'll be fine. 

However, for the production I'm in at the moment, I have to get a baby doll and paint/mould it as though it has been drowned and in water for quite some time (i.e. bloated, maggoty white/blue, with eyes that I have already removed). It's already half done, and is sitting on my desk with it's arms outstretched to the door as if asking for a hug. 

My housemate came in, saw it, and threw up in my doorway. Now she's not speaking to me because she thought I did it on purpose to offend her. Ugh.

Yesterday after school I went to play volleyball with the Tokyo Gaijins group down in Tamachi. It was a LONG time since I last went there -- and 3 months since I last really PLAYED volleyball as far as I remember, I'm not counting running drills with a bunch of 13-year-olds at my JHS.

The good: only 16 people at the most crowded, and only 6 guys. There's only one net at the TG setup, so it sucks when there are more than 18 because you REALLY get rotated off for long periods of time.

The bad: I sucked. I was SO out of practice and I could feel it. Total lead feet, bad form, no reflexes, etc.

But in general the people there were really nice, and almost all people I had met before, so that was comfortable at least. It was just frustrating to suck. I might try to go this Saturday again if my other sports schedule allows... they are also having a Tokyo Gaijins party this Saturday at the same time, but I am not that interested in it because I don't really drink. Funny part: the TG party is free admission for foreigners but 2000 yen for Japanese people. The reason? Apparently, they're getting a reputation for being a place for Japanese chicks to pick up foreign guys or make foreign friends and the ratio of Japanese to foreigners at the parties has been a little bit out of whack recently, so he wants to get more foreigners to come. I don't know since I never go, but anyway, we'll see what happens.

I ate at McDonald's when I got back to Akabane. The current quarter-pounder-bacon-bbq is actually remarkably good all things considered. There was a dude giving an English lesson there too, which was really weird.

Today we had our chorus competition here at school. It was really amazing. I need to write a school entry as usual, but have no time...

Big news guys: I'm officially a musician. ;)

About a year ago, Pete approached me about doing the vocals for a song for Diskowarp. So I did. It's track one on the new "Diskowarp Presents: Speedisko" CD that just hit iTunes and a couple of other online retailers, as well as, I'm sure, the Diskowarp Website. The title is "One, Two, Three" and the stage name I was given is "Lydia Nurbs." I don't want to just pimp myself out and tell you to buy it, but it's a pretty catchy, awesome Eurobeat song, and I had a lot of fun singing it.

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To start this entry, here is the fortune I tugged from a fortune cookie, before shoving the rest into my face. 8D

It's special to me because it's cat related

I mailed a get well soon card to Bill and this is what I sketched for him inside:


He's in really good spirits about the blockage (which is now cleared), so he won't be offended by the joke. XD


Chris and I spent this past Saturday hanging out with spunkywulf and a few others (not sure if they wish to be mentioned)
and she spoiled me by drawing several pages of pen sketches of Guyver47 that ARE SO AWESOME!
I did two sketches while I was there, but I don't have scans of them to show anyone at this time.
One was of Spunky and the other of Ganador. :3
This was the highlight of my weekend because I got to relax, draw and laugh my ass off for the entire day.
I got hit on as well by a stock boy while Jen and I were at the grocery store grabbing snacks. ;) That made me feel good.
We stayed until about 3AM, but couldn't spend the night as offered because Chris had work Sunday morning.
I felt refreshed all day Sunday and was in a great mood.

She gave me permission to share the drawings she did for me:

( which are behind the cut (4 images) click for larger sizes )

So yeah, she spoiled me 8D

I have a new co-worker at work. She's trying to be nice, trying to get to know me. I am one of the only other females in the group and we are of the same age, slightly older than the other newbies but younger than most of the management. Anyway, she walked by my desk today trying to make conversation and asked "So do you have any kids?"

Does my desk LOOK like I have kids. I have Yankees stuff, Aruba postcards and photos from my wedding, along with the general phone lists and mental notes I need to do my job. You mentioned your child last week. Did I say Awwww, I have one too? Have you seen my background photo on my computer screen of my HUGE gray kitty?

I say, "Oh.....NO!". And she's says, "Awww why, they are so much FUN!" Really? Really? And then she has the gaul to say, "You know you want to hear wailing in the night."

No no new co-worker I don't. I have a HUGE list of why I don't want kids. I am in therapy to be okay with the fact I don't want kids. Hell I am in therapy because of people and comments LIKE YOU. Can't you talk to me about the weather or the Sunday football games like everyone else around there who doesn't quite know what to do with me?

And don't get me started on the other co-worker who last week was whining and complaining about his kids being sick, and then 15 seconds later when I said you don't make kids sound like so much fun, spouts off a list of reasons to have kids. Um dude you were just complaining about them and the only reason you are now saying the good stuff because I said kids aren't worth it.

ARGH! What do I say to these people!?!?

 19264 words.  So close to 20K, that I want to just keep going.  It's only another 800.  But I only got six hours of sleep last night, and I've had a headache for the better part of the day.  My brain just won't go.

Besides, I've got Arthur Penhaligon and Harry Potter both vying for my attention.  They're far more interesting than Mykah is at the moment.

Last night, Tony and I ventured to Capital Hill for dinner and cupcakes - we had a coupon for Cupcake Royale and absolutely nothing else to do. I had delicious Yakisoba and Miso Soup and then we got 6 cupcakes for the price of 4. I also got a Mocha - I'd never had coffee from Cupcake Royale before, but it was surprisingly good!

I've been drinking a lot more coffee lately, actually. By that I don't mean that I'm chugging down 8 shots of espresso a day or anything like that, just that I used to only have actual coffee a few times a year, choosing instead to consume 2-3 Red Bulls a day. I've been having actual coffee a few days a week now, and overall, my Red Bull consumption has been dramatically reduced, which is awesome because Red Bull is expensive (although not *that* expensive - I buy in bulk from Costco!)

But I digress. We ended up at Jon's place in Seattle and played board games until about 1 AM. I think that it's a sign of a pretty good life when you can be out in the middle of the night on Sundays. As for today, I have more board games in my future. I'm also thinking that sometime soon I need to make a Costco trip and scout out a fake Christmas tree. I've been living on my own for four Holiday seasons now and I still don't have a tree, and that's just a shame. I love Christmas lights, even though I actually rather dislike the actual day of Christmas.

Anyway, I suppose I'll get back to that super important nothing I was doing! :D

Warning: content contains gross female stuff that makes you go Ewww and wish for brain bleach

Allison Henry: My first pregnancy was totally normal and healthy and fine. When my daughter was 11-and-a-half months old, I got pregnant with my second child.

About ten weeks into my pregnancy, I was doing prenatal yoga and it felt like someone had rammed a pitchfork up my butt, so I stopped. It was an intense, sharp pain, but it passed. As I was feeding my daughter lunch a short time later, it felt like I had peed my pants, and when I ran to the bathroom, I saw I was gushing blood everywhere. It was the biggest scare of my life.

I rushed to the OB/GYN, and they said I hadn't lost the baby, thank God. But they couldn't figure out what was wrong, and I kept bleeding for 15 weeks straight.

Read more: http://www.momlogic.com/2009/11/my_bits_fell_out_vaginal_prolapse.php?page=2#ixzz0WPi7cRPs


**Editing this post to say I followed a link to that article...that is NOT a website I would normally visit much less  read.  Just wanted to make that clear :-)

The Move
Went well, Beherit and nosmokegirl helped me. I am thankful forever for that.
The guys at work messed up and gave me the wrong keys, so that had me a little upset for a while. Everything worked out, it meant we started late but eventually we got the right keys and it took about 3 trips to move everything.

My ex roommate wanted to keep the damage deposit of $250, which is fine. I only gave him 10 days notice (to be fair, it was due to another one of his temper tantrums - I just reached my breaking point rather suddenly). But he also wants Novembers rent - $500, and $300 for a cleaner (I left the floors dusty). He has taken it to the Ministry of Housing, and I have a phone interview on the 17th. From what I've been reading, combination of the fact I never signed anything when I moved in, we shared a space, and the condition inspections were not properly done might leave the MoH laughing at Rob. Best case scenario, he has to pay back my damage deposit. Worst case is he doesn't get his way and decides to take me to small claims court. I will let everyone know how that turns out. Oh, and I was being rented too illegally as well, the people who own the house didn't know I was there. Anyone know how to figure out who owns a piece of property? Rob will probably lie about that.

snakes
I got to see Cardassia in her dark phase a few nights ago, she was so pretty! Thanagar hasn't eaten in over a month, Moss was a little shook up from the move but otherwise everyone is fine.
I set up an album, not too happy with the way photobucket has it's layout. But here it is:
http://s845.photobucket.com/albums/ab17/Candoia/Pet%20Snakes/
you have to click on their names on the left.

other
Halloween was pretty cool, it was nice to be able to de-stress a little. I ended up getting a free ticket to Tabboo, I hadn't been in a few years. It was great! I bought stuff!
Tonight I'm just going to clean some more, and explore the area where I live. And by that, I mean oakridge mall. Time to buy socks, woooooo yeah.

Happy Birthday kotopuppy!!! I hope you had a great, great day today!

Yesterday was one of my wifes nephew's birthday party. Basically to make a long story short. One of my other wifes nephews, that some of you may remember, the one that's 4 and doesn't talk, likes to beat people up for fun, ect. He was throwing a ball at people's feet and legs for giggles, he though it was hilarious to throw it at people as hard as he could. No one corrected him and it was making me furious. Then I did the child free no-no. I made eye contact with him. He threw the ball as hard as he could right at my face. I didn't think about it I just stuck my arm up and the ball bounced off of my arm and right back into his face. It knocked him on his butt and he started bawling. Inside I thought it was hilarious but I didn't let it out until later. Everyone of course was "AWWW POORRR BBAABBIEIEEEEZ DID THE MEAN MAN HURT YOOOOUUUU"?!?! and all kinds of crap, I'm just like wtf? Its perfectly ok when hes hurting people but when he intentionally tries to hurt someone else and it back fires then its the worst thing EVAR! I hate children and children loving people like my wifes family. /rage.