Concentrating is a difficult task when you have such a fine woman sitting in front of you as Theresa(’s mom). I’ve spent the entirety of my day (since 8:30am) in Belleville Starbucks. Loitering, anyone? It’s now 2pm. I’ve had one coffee. I need approximately 10 more.

I’d like to say I have nothing better to do but the truth is… yeah, I really have nothing better to do than occasionally chatter with (and frequently distract with dirty glances and inappropriate language) Theresa while she studies for her criminology exam. Well, it’s a take-home essay exam, so less studying and more forcing me to write it while she goggles the copious amounts of freshly womb-evacuated beibers. Mmm. Beibers. Mmm wombs. Why do I feel the need to include womb references and Theresa in the same post? Perhaps because we shared the same one. And by shared I mean share. We’re Siamese twins and soon I’ll have enough cash money to cut her out of my life entirely (literally) and take this womb for my own! I’m looking to get pregnant as quickly as possible, who’s in?!

So I had a few more posts in mind besides this one, and by that I mean I didn’t plan on writing this at all but unfortunately I’ve yet to get internet at my house. So, though I had planned to include more photos about moderately interesting and eye-pleasing events, I forgot my usb cord for my camera at home and am forced to fill this area instead with mindless unorganized ramblings about an old Italian woman and her newborn child fetish. Okay, so perhaps I’m the one with the young child (preferably young boy) fixation but really, come on, is there anything wrong with a little pedophilia to start the day off right? Amirite ladies? Men? ..boys? ;)

It’s been many years since I’ve come to accept my inevitable afterlife in hell.

UNTIL THEN, xoxo,

Maurine

P.S. - I’m using a fake name for my safety. Theresa’s name has not been changed so as to compromise her own.