…that you have to write, direct, act, and edit your own film with no group. And your stupid mind considered itself so clever that it thought of cloning yourself to make things more interesting was a great idea. Things might just turn out alright but it just feels like I tripled the work for no apparent reason.
Here I was thinking a second wave of pregnancies since high school graduation. Scores of “I’m __ weeks and I’m craving __________” appear from thin air. Nope, just part deux of that highly insulting “breast cancer awareness” meme from a while back. **Giggle, giggle** ladies. You so funny. Turn a life threatening illness into a widespread non-charity-reaping inside joke. Hi-larious…I thinking I was less disappointed in thinking they were pregnant.