Someone Stole My Yogurt...

Well, okay, maybe I'm a wee-bit exaggerating, but it appears that every time I reach into the fridge to obtain a yogurt, the amount of them seems to disintegrate far more rapidly than I am consuming them. I AM the only one in this household who eats them and I AM the only one who purchases them, so why do they seem to be disappearing like fish in a lagoon, when one goes fishing? Maybe it is my mind? I'm only nineteen, dementia can not be affecting me this early in age.

Any who... No ones interested in my yogurt/ dementia ramblings anyway. What else shall I discuss???

Well...for this pointless, piece-of good-for-nothing blog, the best thing I guess I can discuss is my day. My day was neither exciting, nor adventures, but tedious, long, muy aburrido (yeah, I think "you" get the picture). I was guilt tripped by mother to baby-sit her coworkers' children for nine hours. Though I argued quite vehemently through this one, because mother continued with her constant shit of how I am a lazy bastard who has no aspirations/ goals in life, I lost. She furthermore continued to bring up the fact that when she was my age, she was traveling on long-hot subway rides through Manhattan to various hospitals completing her ten-week internship as a respiratory therapist. Well Francine, glad you found enjoyment by sticking tubes down old veterans throats because they were smoke stacks in the days of Vietnyam. Sounds like a thrill! To make a long story short, I found myself with four other girls, babysitting three kids and watching countless episodes of the Wizards of Waverly Place, Jonas, Hannah Montana, and that stupid show with those spoiled twins who live in that big-ass hotel. I even saw a good portion of the Cheetah Girls (made me reminiscent about the days of eighth grade). Early this morning, we watched this show called "Upside Down" on that Noggin channel which mainly consisted of two homosexual men tripping on acid. Seriously people? I pity the children of this era who have nothing better to watch than brats being wizards or a superstar and her "alter ego." I have come to the conclusion that when my maturity level heightens and I procreate and reproduce, my children are not going to be viewing this shit. Instead, I will be the proud owner of various old-school nickelodeon DVDs, which my children will watch. I don't care if they're bootleg, those were some good classic shows. I have great memories of my mother ditching me in front of the TV when I was about four or so, to go let my monkey-brother play suckle-suckle on her nipple, while I spent countless hours watching classics of Doug, Rugrats (only the ones where Tommy was an only child and Chucky's dad had not remarried), Rocko's Modern Life, Legends of the Hidden Temple (I think thats it's name), and Are You Afraid of the Dark?. AYAOTD? always creeped me out a bit, so I guess I'l wait till my kids are older to let them view it. There are so many more shows, but I have no energy/motivation for me to list them. I think "you" get the gist of my argument here: 

The only thing the Disney Channel is good for is that it serves as a  sufficient tool for babysitters to throw small children in front of for enough time to sneak their significant other onto the premises for a decent fuck.

For this very reason...I WILL ALWAYS HAVE GREAT PRIDE IN BEING A "CHILD OF THE NINETIES"