|Filtered to Spectre
||[Jul. 28th, 2008|08:34 pm]
Deirdre Ionúin Gallagher
Argh. Seriously, Spectre, how the hell do you do it in the bum!? I am not asking for a play-by-play there, just FYI.... 'Cause uhm...one of the many, many jerkoffs in Paris did that to me. And...ow. And I dreamed of it again last night and I hate that. I hate it. I dreamed of being pregnant too. Obviously...not because of the arse-fucking thing...
Anyway...I was thinking, I'm not ready for a kid now, obviously. But one day I will be and I know you want kids too, and you and I are going to be together for a long time. I don't want to know the only chance I had to have a kid that's mine was wasted on a rapist and an abortion. And there's no one I'd rather have a child with, you know...of a male variety (and you kinda need a one of those) than you. And then you and Thomas could be daddies and Renee, Kait and I could be mummies. Kait wants to carry a baby as well. We both do. And this way it could happen. If you wanted.
You aren't putting your thingamydingdong anywhere near my hoohoosits though!! Especially not in the arse! Not that that would accomplish much baby-making anyway...