24. I'm on the pill. The daily-I-can-have-sex-until-I-turn-blue-and-still-not-get-pregnant pill.* I just found out, when picking up my latest refill from the pharmacy, that my insurance no longer covers oral contraceptives. I'll be covered in the event that I decide to have 8-14 children, but not to prevent those multiple bastards. I've spent the last few days wondering, does my insurance cover abortions? And in a now signature line of thought, could I sell an unborn fetus to a renegade scientist who is researching a cure for Alzheimer's?
*No, Mom & Dad, I'm not having sex. I've never even thought about having sex. I don't even really know what sex is. What little I know sounds gross. Boys are gross too. Ew.
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you're too awesome for words, girly
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