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She's getting a dog. Oh, I burn.

Of all the people in this world, and all the households that are petless, she had to get one.

If you looked up the word brat in the dictionary, her face would be permanently plastered beside it. Do a search in google, and she'd come up number one. Pose that answer for Jeopardy, and the nerds will ask "Who is...." with her name. Ask that in "Who Wants to be a Millionaire", and she'd be their final answer.

Why, oh why does she get a dog and I don't?? How come she can slide in life and still is rewarded with a companion of life-long devotion and love, while I get n o t h i n g.

I'm not just sore, I'm seething, no oozing, nono erupting venomous jealousy. I am a volcano of sour grapes.

I just don't understand it, how come she gets whatever she wants, when she's so undeserved of having one? What has she done to warrant this grand gift?

If life was Iraq, she'd be the mother-of-all brats. If terrorism was an annoyance, she'd be dirty-bombing every build above two stories. If she was North Korea, the U.N. would send in tactical nuclear strikes.

I want a recount, a revote, a compliance to the U.N. Resolution 1442b -- that all brats are to fully disarm, and never be able to own WDM (Wittle Doggie Mutts)!

....sometimes, I'm so childish, I wonder how'd I pass kintergarden. posted by losir at 11:22 AM