Thanks for the reality check
So, today, in an uncharacteristic show of femininity, I somehow got it into my head that it’d be okay to fantasize about having babies. No, not in the traditional sense of firing up the bbq and frying up a couple of the suckers, but in the very real sense of actually having babies. To care for. Yeah, those ones.
I actually thought about getting married and having a baby. I’m not sure what brought these thoughts on, I just know they plagued me all day. I kept thinking of all my friends who already have children, cute little chubby babies running around. About a girl I know who just had her baby and the outpouring of love that seemed to center around her and her small family. I wanted something like that!
The idea of holding a baby and dressing one up just seemed like the right thing to do. Hell, maybe it is. Maybe my biological clock is ticking away.
Then, thankfully, reality sunk in. And I thought of this :
Then I thought of the funny little .gif of the Twilight people having a baby. You know the one, the alien chestburster pops out of “Bella” in a spray of blood while the men scream like chicks in the background. Yeah, that’s the one.
Honestly, I don’t know what the hell went wrong with me today to make me think those things. Thank God for reality.
Fucking little parasites.
(Source: tvtropes.org)
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I'm somovedon and I'm awesome. I'm emotional and distant. Loud and obnoxious are my middle names.
