What the hell ever happened to growing up, establishing a life, and THEN getting married and having kids? Why wouldn’t you want to wait until you could give a child everything you possibly could? I understand accidents, but come on.
I think the first time I actually talked to my boyfriend after trying to get the courage to say something to him for days, I approached him by the bar of the restaurant we used to work in and said, “Are those space pants? Because your ass is out of this world.” You wish I was kidding.
I spend so much of my time here, and yet sometimes I still can’t get over this feeling like I’m laying in a hotel room.