Sometimes my job makes me really excited to be a mom. Other times it makes me want to rip out my uterus and stomp on it.
The people living in the apartment above me sometimes have squeaky bed sex. Part of me wants to slip a note under their door telling them, because maybe they aren't aware.
Writing is my passion, whether it's research papers, short stories, or apparently, shitty blogs. I don't censor my language, so I try to avoid children as much as possible, as I don't want to be resposible for them asking their mommy what 'fuck' means.
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