Dear Biological Clock,

Be gone. There is no room for you here on my cluttered desk or in my 300 SF apartment. Also, I am broke. How the hell can I afford you? Yes, your friends from back home have some of the most adorable little tikes on earth and it's so fun to play and smuush their faces. That doesn't make you welcome here, little ticker.

Think about it: Those babies are all super cute because both the mom and dad are super cute. I know I'm bangin' hot, but you really don't want to procreate with any of the babydaddies of late. If I have a troll baby, I might be forced to leave it in a trash can. And that's just wrong. Let me find a hottie, then after about 4 years of hot sex, you are welcome to visit me again when the role-playing games are geared more towards house play. Your hiatus is needed promptly.

Hiding at a local bar behind a bottle of scotch until you've vacated the premises,
Blondie

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