“What if my baby’s ugly? Seriously? I DON’T WANT AN UGLY BABY!!”
Swearing off the Internet once and for all because you just can’t stomach all the mommy blogger fear mongering anymore.
“Don’t you want what everyone else has?”
Unwelcome realization number 5,781: Your body isn’t really your own anymore. Like, at all.
At a time when I lacked any sense of place or purpose, they welcomed me into their community with open arms.
The ease with which you can guilt your significant other into on-demand massages.
For the next 20 minutes or so, Sema’s assessments flow in a stream-of-consciousness manner with very few pauses. There’s no stopping her as she expertly combs my cup in search of images—and, conceivably, hints about my past, present, and future.
Bothering to weigh the disadvantages of waking up hungover against getting totally wasted before accepting that one last tequila shot. And (usually) making the responsible choice.
Interns make great prescription drug mules.
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