Confession #1: I’ll never confess anything too incriminating.
Confession #2: I ruined my political career by the time I was 13.
Confession #3
Everyone around me seems to be having babies. Apparently this is supposed to induce some biological clock thing. In reality, it makes me happy I don’t have kids.
I missed the maternal gene. For starters, kids puke. Vomit makes me vomit. They say it’s different when it’s your kid. “They” are fooling themselves. Vomit is always repulsive. Even worse if you have a phobia (seriously – ask my mom; I’ll do anything to avoid puking)….
