So, then. This is Growing Up.
I dropped my phone in the sink. My very expenisve, limited edition phone. I didn't know whether I should cry or scream, so I did both. It didn't help. Sigh. In other news, I want to have a baby. 'What?' you say. 'Are you fucking crazy?' you ask. Well, it seems like every other full lunar cycle I just have this intense desire to have a baby. Granted, this doesn't mean that I'm going to pick some random guy off the street and let him aim and shoot. I've just been thinking about it. A lot. I'm attributing this to growing older and realizing that getting married and having children isn't the death sentence I thought it once was. Or it could be the birth control throwing my hormones out of whack. I'll be watching television and find myself suddenly thinking about what it would be like to have a baby who looked like me or had it's father's nose, how amazing it would be to see so clearly my features in someone else. Sorry if this is wigging anyone out, but I can't help where my mind wanders off to. I told Shaggy about my crazy baby plagued mind and he actually thought it was sweet and totally not like me. So, naturally, he's a touch concerned. He also said that he would gladly marry me so we could have a kid. That kinda freaked me out since I know that he's about 99.9% serious, but it was sweet...in his own Shaggy way.