I could swear I was carrying around a tiny me. But I'm not.
And I'm not going to argue with a plastic pregnacy test I bought from Walgreens for twelve bucks.
Ah, how freeing I feel right now. Totally.
Where the fuck is one of those free clinic things? You know what I'm talking about, where politicans and celebrities put on wigs and get abortions at, right?
I just want to take a test, and have an actual MD, or someone with an MD they bought on actualdegrees.com for 25 bucks tell me that I'm not pregnant, all this nausea and stuff is due to stress or something.
Only, wtf am I stressed about, except that I might be carrying around something quite possibly more sarcastic than me.
But I can put it in dresses. Boy/girl, doesn't matter.
Hm.
-embee
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