Ok, so it's not a real number. There aren't even 731 people in my entire high school, so obviously I made that number up. I'm too lazy to actually count all of them, but needless to say it's a lot of people. Like... 7 or something like that. Which is a lot, considering my graduating class was a little over a hundred people.
And I just don't get it. I mean, I have absolutely no problem with babies, in fact I find them absolutely adorable. I also say all power to these girls- by all accounts they are wonderful, caring, loving mothers. Their kids are all super-duper adorable, everyone seems very happy with the arrangement.
I cannot imagine having a baby at my age (actually, pretty much ever. Do you know where you have to push that thing through? Yikes.) The very thought petrifies me.
|pictured: absolutely terrifying.|
|Captain Awesome! ...d'awww, nevermind, I forgot.|
Plus, I can barely afford to live in a tiny apartment with two roommates and also feed myself, so unless babies can subsist purely on Ramens, we'd both be shit out of luck.
|I can haz ramen?|
To all you teenage moms out there: you are incredibly brave. Can I babysit sometime?
And kids someday? Sure, maybe so.
Or maybe I'll just have shitload of cats.