Barefoot and Pregnant? Hell No.

Let me clarify to you, dear journalthing, that I do not want children.

I will forever be a kid inside this body.
I can only relate to kids if I'm causing trouble with them.
In no way could I ever parent anything.

The one time I let slip that most gypsy women my age have about a dozen kids by now, Zillah thinks I want kids. Nooooo waaaaaaaay. I want to keep my cute little hips and my perky chest. Once you have kids, everything sags. I can name some people that has happened to, but I don't want to get firestormed. Live and breathe through the eyes of a child... why live vicariously through your kid if you can still live yourself?

I've only enough time for myself and for Zillahface. And I heard you stop having fun bathtimes after you have kids. I am not putting myself in that situation. No. Way.

So yeah, Zillahface, if you want to put in another bedroom at the new place for Ameera, go ahead. But you should know by now that I'm not going to parent her... I'm probably going to teach her all the things you hate about me.

<3

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Zillah said…
*sputters*

I said nothing about anything! I swear I have no idea where these stupid ideas of yours come from sometimes. Wot do you take me for anyway?

Bah.

Ameera really does need a place to stay, though. I s'pose I could send 'er to boarding school. *shrugs*
5:42 PM
Lime said…
mmhmm... whatever you say.
6:10 PM
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