I'm watching too much reality TV.
The realisation hit when I woke up this morning in a sweat because i'd just dreamt I had a baby. And when I say "had a baby" I mean being 19, single with a frigging baby. I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to tell me that i'd been "Punk'd" but I woke up instead.
I've come to the conclusion that it must of been because I was watching 16 and pregnant and Punk'd and I think it's my subconcious telling me how shit it would be to get pregnant.
Gee, thanks brain.
On a lighter note though, i've been watching Supersize Vs Super Skinny which has made me feel even better about myself.
Now to MY reality.
I have been fortunate enough to have parents that are still together. So together it seems that in their older age they've started acting as if they are newly weds. Generally I can put up with a little PDA-age here and there but when they start dropping "jokes" that elude to them having sex, I have to leave the room.
I know I should be happy for such a marriage but no child needs nor wants to know that their parents are sexually active. Still.
Dad just bought a new car.
Mum just made a "joke".
I won't be sitting in the backseat of that car. Ever.
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