11/20/2013

Today is my ‘break-up’ friend’s birthday. I sent her a happy birthday text shortly after midnight. We texted quite a bit yesterday, so I’m going to leave her alone for a few days. I don’t want her getting annoyed with me or thinking the wrong thing.

In other news, the maintenance guy at my work managed to beat my week in terms of fucked-upness. His 14 year old son managed to knock up his 13 year old girlfriend. After they’re first time having sex. While he was using a condom. And he didn’t even ejaculate. My, but that family is fertile. Or she can get pregnant just by looking at her cross-eyed. I don’t know. This guy and his wife didn’t find out until the wife was looking at his computer and found a private conversation on Facebook. The best part, to me, is that the girl was at the doctor’s office and wanted birth control. They tested her and found out she was pregnant. Without telling anyone, not her parents (who would have kicked her out) or her boyfriend, or his parents for that matter, she choose to terminate the fetus (interesting how technical I get when talking about this). I give her props for being able to make that choice, which must have been hard, but I think she made the right one. 13 is way too young to have a baby. I like this kid already.

I guess this year is the year of the baby. Thank god I don’t have to worry about some lady popping up and trying to tell me I’m the father of some little kid. It’s been two years since the last time I had sex, so I doubt someone would wait this long before dropping that on me. I hope.

Well, I need to eat, shower and sleep. Until next time, space cowboys.