i know — i know, i KNOW — how much i say i hate babies and will never NEVER ever NEVERNEVERNEVERNEVERNEVER ever even if my life depends on it or whatever under NO CIRCUMSTANCES and with no amount of alcohol or money on earth breed, because i fuckin’ hate the idea of those little vagina pirates in relation to anything having to do with me, but…i can’t help it, this is the one exception. this is the only time you will hear me gush about any fetal-parasite-soon-to-be-mini-human. i swear it.
that said:
IT’S A BOY!!!!!
::does happy dance::
break out the cigars everybody.
::squee::
my coca. my coca is having a baby, she’s going to be some body’s mommy, ay dios, my coca… is going to be a mommy, and they found out it’s going to be a boy. what’s more, he’s due in august. august is a fairly decent month to be born in… omg, i’m so excited. and now i know what she’s having and can totally go out and get lots of awesome and adorable little boy things and totally spoil it completely rotten from across the country.
man, i can’t believe it. hell, i remember when i was just a little kid and coca was my babysitter. she’s the one that turned on that first episode of beavis & butthead for me. she’s the one that let me borrow ice cube’s first cd, she’s the one that got me listening to dre & pac. she’s the one that had the unwedding — aka one of the funnest parties i’ve ever been to. she’s the one that shares my love of the raider nation. she’s the best in the whole wide world. she’s my coca.
and i love her.
even if she is officially a breeder. :p
