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Gross and creepy- perfect for Fall

So I'm not going to go into my diatribe about babies in general and the many reasons they make my skin crawl; because I have been mocked and scorned for my viewpoints, but here's something that is just too creepy to ignore. It's the picture right over there --> creepy!

Okay not originally why I started this blog, but I googled babies in images and this was one of the top hits. TOP HITS, oh man oh man, it's so freaking creepy.

Anyway, what brought me to this post and that horrible picture that will haunt me and most likely cause me to have dreams about giving birth (yuck) to tiny creepy quadruplets, was something else. I am blown away by people. I know this person and they are 30+ yrs old... and they married an 18 yr old. Already super creepy and borderline pedo... but whatever... I just found out they're pregnant... yeah. I don't know, I guess I could handle it better when she was just young and married. I don't know how she's not crying her eyes out being 18 yrs old (maybe 19 now...) and pregnant. I don't want to be 25 and pregnant (ummm I just said 25, but I'm pretty sure I'm 26, but honestly all I can think about are babies... not in a good way... so I have no idea how old I am) let alone 18! The only reason I want to ever be pregnant is so that I have a handy place to rest things like books, iPads and ice cream bowls.

Between finding this out and finding out some guy I know went from completely single on Thursday night to MARRIED on Monday night I am blown away by people and how they can't be better planners. I can't decide to cut my hair for about 3 months, let alone decide who I want to spend the rest of eternity with! AH! So much craziness surrounds me.

... as a final note, I was re-reading this for mild editing (I don't really care too much about the grammar and whatnot because here I like to write exactly how I would speak) and I shuddered again at the creepy tiny babies... gross.


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