John&Kate
I do not watch this show. I have only seen one episode and it was enough to make me back out of any thoughts of filming anything with my future kids in it.(and I thought Kate was a a ranting raving cuntrag on a stick) As someone who has filmed reality tv before, I could NOT imagine being under the lens at such a tender age. How do these children learn boundaries when cameras are in their faces 24/7? I see a future not unlike that of my husband or his Brady Bunch co-stars. Children are delicate, and having them in front of cameras can cause deep emotional scars.
So, this morning I flip on the news. I fully expect more reports from Iran. Instead, I have to see these two turdburglers on my television because of their divorce. Worse yet. they have BOTH decided to continue with the show THROUGH their divorce! As a child of divorce, I would rather slit my wrists than have my pain broadcasted throughout the country! When my parents started having problems, it was the worst and most confusing time of my life. I have watched friends go through divorce at young ages..5,6,7,8,etc. Each one developed issues they struggled to deal with. It sickens me to think that TLC or the parents of these children would continue to want to make a buck on it.
I know some of you people will come here saying shit like, “Well, for $50-$75,000 an episode, you would do it too!” This is what I have to say to you. You do not know me. You do not know what a tight and closely knit loving family I come from. You do not know my heart or where it stands concerning those I love. If you think I would sell out my mother, brother, grandma, father, husband or future children for a buck, you haven’t a clue who I am.
I hope people stop watching this show completely. I think those who continue to watch as these children go through such a painful and confusing time are no better than the turdburglers who are their parents.
penny for YOUR thoughts?
EDITED NOTE: You guys bitch and moan all you want, I aint coming back to this blog. I am on my rag and this blog has blown my fucking top off with anger.
sickness & desertion.
I’ll always lie awake until the morning light
This is something that I’ll never control
My nerves will be the death of me, I know
A couple hours after I decided there was nothing to take photos of in my house, I proved myself wrong and took a bunch of really terribly pretentious up-close photos of
a bunch of ridiculous shit. En-freakin’-joy.












2009 MySpace Bloggers Fantasy Baseball League & NCAA Tourney Pick 'Em league
The League ID # is:Â 154322
and the password is:Â guinness69
Looking forward to seeing you over there!
Group Name:Â Bad Ass Pickers
Group ID #:Â 16295
Password:Â smithwicks
John&Kate
I do not watch this show. I have only seen one episode and it was enough to make me back out of any thoughts of filming anything with my future kids in it.(and I thought Kate was a a ranting raving cuntrag on a stick) As someone who has filmed reality tv before, I could NOT imagine being under the lens at such a tender age. How do these children learn boundaries when cameras are in their faces 24/7? I see a future not unlike that of my husband or his Brady Bunch co-stars. Children are delicate, and having them in front of cameras can cause deep emotional scars.
So, this morning I flip on the news. I fully expect more reports from Iran. Instead, I have to see these two turdburglers on my television because of their divorce. Worse yet. they have BOTH decided to continue with the show THROUGH their divorce! As a child of divorce, I would rather slit my wrists than have my pain broadcasted throughout the country! When my parents started having problems, it was the worst and most confusing time of my life. I have watched friends go through divorce at young ages..5,6,7,8,etc. Each one developed issues they struggled to deal with. It sickens me to think that TLC or the parents of these children would continue to want to make a buck on it.
I know some of you people will come here saying shit like, “Well, for $50-$75,000 an episode, you would do it too!” This is what I have to say to you. You do not know me. You do not know what a tight and closely knit loving family I come from. You do not know my heart or where it stands concerning those I love. If you think I would sell out my mother, brother, grandma, father, husband or future children for a buck, you haven’t a clue who I am.
I hope people stop watching this show completely. I think those who continue to watch as these children go through such a painful and confusing time are no better than the turdburglers who are their parents.
penny for YOUR thoughts?
EDITED NOTE: You guys bitch and moan all you want, I aint coming back to this blog. I am on my rag and this blog has blown my fucking top off with anger.
sickness & desertion.
I’ll always lie awake until the morning light
This is something that I’ll never control
My nerves will be the death of me, I know
A couple hours after I decided there was nothing to take photos of in my house, I proved myself wrong and took a bunch of really terribly pretentious up-close photos of
a bunch of ridiculous shit. En-freakin’-joy.












2009 MySpace Bloggers Fantasy Baseball League & NCAA Tourney Pick 'Em league
The League ID # is:Â 154322
and the password is:Â guinness69
Looking forward to seeing you over there!
Group Name:Â Bad Ass Pickers
Group ID #:Â 16295
Password:Â smithwicks
John&Kate
I do not watch this show. I have only seen one episode and it was enough to make me back out of any thoughts of filming anything with my future kids in it.(and I thought Kate was a a ranting raving cuntrag on a stick) As someone who has filmed reality tv before, I could NOT imagine being under the lens at such a tender age. How do these children learn boundaries when cameras are in their faces 24/7? I see a future not unlike that of my husband or his Brady Bunch co-stars. Children are delicate, and having them in front of cameras can cause deep emotional scars.
So, this morning I flip on the news. I fully expect more reports from Iran. Instead, I have to see these two turdburglers on my television because of their divorce. Worse yet. they have BOTH decided to continue with the show THROUGH their divorce! As a child of divorce, I would rather slit my wrists than have my pain broadcasted throughout the country! When my parents started having problems, it was the worst and most confusing time of my life. I have watched friends go through divorce at young ages..5,6,7,8,etc. Each one developed issues they struggled to deal with. It sickens me to think that TLC or the parents of these children would continue to want to make a buck on it.
I know some of you people will come here saying shit like, “Well, for $50-$75,000 an episode, you would do it too!” This is what I have to say to you. You do not know me. You do not know what a tight and closely knit loving family I come from. You do not know my heart or where it stands concerning those I love. If you think I would sell out my mother, brother, grandma, father, husband or future children for a buck, you haven’t a clue who I am.
I hope people stop watching this show completely. I think those who continue to watch as these children go through such a painful and confusing time are no better than the turdburglers who are their parents.
penny for YOUR thoughts?
EDITED NOTE: You guys bitch and moan all you want, I aint coming back to this blog. I am on my rag and this blog has blown my fucking top off with anger.
sickness & desertion.
I’ll always lie awake until the morning light
This is something that I’ll never control
My nerves will be the death of me, I know
A couple hours after I decided there was nothing to take photos of in my house, I proved myself wrong and took a bunch of really terribly pretentious up-close photos of
a bunch of ridiculous shit. En-freakin’-joy.












2009 MySpace Bloggers Fantasy Baseball League & NCAA Tourney Pick 'Em league
The League ID # is:Â 154322
and the password is:Â guinness69
Looking forward to seeing you over there!
Group Name:Â Bad Ass Pickers
Group ID #:Â 16295
Password:Â smithwicks
John&Kate
I do not watch this show. I have only seen one episode and it was enough to make me back out of any thoughts of filming anything with my future kids in it.(and I thought Kate was a a ranting raving cuntrag on a stick) As someone who has filmed reality tv before, I could NOT imagine being under the lens at such a tender age. How do these children learn boundaries when cameras are in their faces 24/7? I see a future not unlike that of my husband or his Brady Bunch co-stars. Children are delicate, and having them in front of cameras can cause deep emotional scars.
So, this morning I flip on the news. I fully expect more reports from Iran. Instead, I have to see these two turdburglers on my television because of their divorce. Worse yet. they have BOTH decided to continue with the show THROUGH their divorce! As a child of divorce, I would rather slit my wrists than have my pain broadcasted throughout the country! When my parents started having problems, it was the worst and most confusing time of my life. I have watched friends go through divorce at young ages..5,6,7,8,etc. Each one developed issues they struggled to deal with. It sickens me to think that TLC or the parents of these children would continue to want to make a buck on it.
I know some of you people will come here saying shit like, “Well, for $50-$75,000 an episode, you would do it too!” This is what I have to say to you. You do not know me. You do not know what a tight and closely knit loving family I come from. You do not know my heart or where it stands concerning those I love. If you think I would sell out my mother, brother, grandma, father, husband or future children for a buck, you haven’t a clue who I am.
I hope people stop watching this show completely. I think those who continue to watch as these children go through such a painful and confusing time are no better than the turdburglers who are their parents.
penny for YOUR thoughts?
EDITED NOTE: You guys bitch and moan all you want, I aint coming back to this blog. I am on my rag and this blog has blown my fucking top off with anger.