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Mar 29, 2008 02:07

My left ovary is still hurting quite a bit. When I walk it hurts more. I'm taking vicodin for it. Which isn't much fun. Vicodin makes me weepy and maudlin, makes me want to talk endlessly about my emotions, pour out my sadness in a display of emo-diarrhea.

My mom keeps telling me, just have a baby. It will solve all of your menstrual problems. I'll help you raise it, help support you. I think she's half serious. And it looks increasingly attractive. Just be done with all this school bullshit, go home, get knocked up, eat myself silly for 9 months, and then have a soft sweet-smelling baby to cuddle. Have my life decided for me, mapped out for the next 18 years. So very tempting.

Methinks I need to go on the Maury show, one of the episodes where he smacks some truth into teen girls who want to have babies. They all say the same thing, "I want someone to love me, someone to love." And then Maury sends them to boot camp or prison and they come back reformed, crying into their mother's arms, having realized that they don't want a baby, they want their momma. Then a year, two years later they return to the show to have 5 different men tested to see who the father of their baby is. Maury never does too good a job on them, otherwise he'd run out of guests.
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