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omgIMpreggars : Tweets from a Pregnant Fourteen Year Old

10 am: ugh! moms so pissed. taking me to hospital to see if im prgnant. fingers crossed its no!!!!!

10:47 am: shhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt.

10:49 am: mom said having a baby is worse than the time i got 14 stitches!!!!

10:57 am: omg! mom is so pissed! im sorry ok i thought he was on birth control!

11:14 am: apparently men cant be on birth control??? what were all those pills he took? whatev.

11:37 am: mom stated to take me back to school and i said erf that! im pregnant and have morning sickness or whatever.

11:39 am: lol! erf! i meant ef!!! lol!!

12:01 pm: just ate a ton! being preggars has its upside? 🙂

12:27 pm: i dont wanna be fat 😦 😦 😦 my bf will totally braeak up w me 😦 😦

12:32 pm: bf tweeted he luvs me!!!

12:34 pm: hahaha lol! my bf is such a perv! told me all the free sex we want for 9 mos

12:39 pm: wait … u cant get pregntn for lik another 3 months after birth too? right?

1:12 pm: ill have to get all new clothes … torn feeling sabout this 😦 and 🙂 lol!

1:37 pm: moms still so angry 😦

2:12 pm: shit mom get over it!!!!

3:07 pm: mom threatened to take my phone! wtf!!! its how i express myself!

3:09 pm: first amendment mom! heard of it?!!?!

3:14 pm: i can sue for indepndence from my parents right? i declare mself emancipted!!

3:17 pm: lol! my bf told me emancipated sounds like constipated! lol!

4:10 pm: shit am i ready to be a mom? what do u guys think?

4: 13 pm: be real w me pls …

4:47 pm: im havng this baby! weather you want iot or not!

4:49 pm: when you have ur period iur a woamn! ok!? like in china girls have babeis at 10!!

4:51 pm: f them doubters! lol!

5:37 pm: i feel fat 😦

6:27 pm: mom said no mcdonalds for dinnr!!! 😦 😦 😦

6:30 pm: jst bc im pregnant and weigh less than u mom doesnt mean u shuld be jealous

6:55 pm: oh no oh no oh no dads home! …

6:56 pm: bust out my ninja skillz! lol shhhh lol

7:15 pm: i saw my dad cry for like the firts time evr in his life … cryng right now 2 u guys … i guess things are goig to be diffrnet

7:24 pm: rude. mom calld me “unfit parent” wtf mom

7:27 pm: whats unfit is that shirt moms wearing LOL!!!!

7:49 pm: why do we evn have trigonmtry? its pointless

8:24 pm: than god for tivo! 🙂

8:37 pm: wow my baby will never have to wtch commrcials ever! what an easy life!

9:12 pm: im about to give birth to my lunch lol! cafetria food sucks!

9:47 pm: from my bf: “curfews are as gay as oprah and that chick shes gay with” LOL! luv it! luv you! 🙂

10:14 pm: ive been jokng around a lot today but im really scared. i dont know if i can handle this 😦 im so young its scary guys …

10:30 pm: south parks on ) 🙂 🙂 🙂

10:32 pm: tomrrow ill haev been pregnant 2 days. weird. night all. kep me in ur prayer.s

The Anachronist

Last night before going to bed I began to read The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. I am only a few pages in, but I ran across this passage which led me to picturing the following short story.

Here’s the passage: “Don’t you think you would attract attention?” said the Medical Man. “Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.

Here’s the short story it inspired me to write.

The Anachronist

Ugg, and Ungh are sitting outside. Ugg is on a rock. Ungh on a different rock. They are talking about how much they love rocks – they’re great to sit on, look at, and throw at stuff.
“But,” Ugg said, “they are not delicious.”
“No,” Ungh said emphatically, “they are definitely not delicious.”

Ugg and Ungh are cavemen. That’s not some hipster way of saying that, despite their trust funds, they live in caves. No, they are genuine cavemen from many years ago.

“You know what I don’t like?” Ugg asked Ungh.
“What?” Ungh said, very curious.
“… I forgot.” Ugg replied, sadly.
“Me too,” Ungh said, even more sadly.

Ugg and Ungh have extremely under-developed brains. This conversation is being translated from their native ‘language.’ Their language consists of grunts, groans, and occasionally hitting each other in the face with various items.

Like most cavemen, Ugg and Ungh hate anachronisms.

Ugg shivers, cold because he is naked.
Ungh, noticing Ugg shivering, takes it as a threat. Ungh begins to get up, and pick up his former chair, and current weapon. He is doing this slowly, having learned this tactic by watching animals stalk other smaller animals.
Unfortunately for Ungh and his predatory ways, Ugg is staring right at him.
“Ungh,” Ugg begins cautiously, “what are you doing?”
“Nobody threatens me by shivering!” Ungh declares, picking the rock up above his head.
“Ungh!” Ugg cries out, equally amused and scared, “I’m just cold!”
Ungh hesitates, then laughs and puts down the rock. “Boy!,” Ungh says, wiping away a tear from having laughed so much, “we really shouldn’t use shivering as a non-verbal threat then, huh!”
This is particularly true considering any form of clothing has not yet been conceived by these primitive screw-heads.

Ugg and Ungh see a figure approaching. It is another man.
Only, this man is not like Ugg and Ungh. This man is wearing a loincloth.
“What … what is that?” Ugg asks Ungh, confused and concerned.
“I … I don’t know!” Ungh replies.

Eventually the man reached Ugg and Ungh.
“Hello,” the man greets.
“Hey …,” Ugg and Ungh reply, unsure of this stranger.
“What’s that … thing that you’re wearing …” Ugg asks, the caveman version of Sherlock Holmes.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s a loincloth. I killed an animal and took some of his fur and wrapped it around me. I was constantly cold, and now I’m only cold 94 percent of the time.”
Ugg and Ungh share a look. They both nod.
Ugg and Ungh have identified this man, with his anachronistic loincloth, as a man from another time period altogether.
And remember, Ugg and Ungh hate anachronisms.

After Ugg and Ungh killed the time-traveler, they stared at the loincloth.
“You can’t sit on it, like with rocks.” Ugg points out, keenly.
“And it wouldn’t be very useful if you threw it to hurt something.” Ungh observes, intelligently.
“It’s not much to look at, either, what with that time-traveler attached to it.” Ugg notices, astutely.

Ugg and Ungh don’t understand the purpose of a loincloth. It’s no good for sitting on. It’s terrible for throwing. It’s nothing much to look upon. And, they soon learned, it tastes terrible.

Ugg and Ungh did feel a bit sheepish about a week later when they learned the group of cavemen just one ‘town’ over had all started wearing loincloths. It was no anachronism after all, but a fashion trend!
“Well, I’m a little embarrassed,” Ugg said, a little embarrassed.
“Yeah, and I feel a bit sheepish,” Ungh said, sheepishly.
Then they had a great big laugh, remembering how they’d thought that caveman was a time-traveler, and killed him, and then ate his clothing.
“Hysterical!,” said Ugg.
“Indeed!,” said Ungh.

Ugg and Ungh, let’s remember, are very dumb cavemen.

Footnotes are Fun

You’d think, based on crap like this, that I was on drugs. Really it’s just ricola, a head-cold, and stress. That’s all I need to get me going!

Footnotes are Fun

It was a cool night in Northern California. Before I knew it I had my old running shoes on, and I was out the door for a walk. I needed some time to take a mental doze, and there’s no better way to do that, for me, than a little walk*.

*Unless I step on a bug**.

**I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve stepped on bugs before, and I will again … it’s just I usually only like stepping on bugs if I mean to step on bugs***.

***Unless I accidentally stepped on some super-insane-crazy poisonous bug. You know. One that’s all like, “rahhhh! I’m poisonous and I hate happiness!” You know the type. Killing people and such****.

****Ok, well, this would be rare – but what if that insanely poisonous (and misunderstood?) bug killed a human killer. I would think a human killer would be much less missed***** than a killer bug.

*****Sure, yes, I’m being silly. But stick with me. What if that human killer killed a bunch of people, and then went to jail and repented and thought of something that would change the world******! Huh? What about that? You judgmental a-hole. Geez.

******Assuming, of course, that it was something that changed the world for the better. Not like changing the world to make it more like how a killer wants the world to be. Yikes! Wouldn’t that be scary?! Ahhh! “Killers everywhere!” That’s what I imagine myself saying in a world like that. Yes sir. In this case I would not want the bug to die*******.

*******Ok at this point we’re going to combine footnotes (5) and (6). Or, not really. But imagine this: The bug doesn’t kill the killer, but they get in cahoots with each other. And they go on some sort of “ahhh there’s a scary bug! Oh SNAP, there’s a much scarier human!” killing spree********.

********THEN! What if the bug and the killer change the world … but into the killer bug’s version of the world! I don’t know what that would be like but I imagine it would be confusing, slimy, and disheartening. At the very LEAST! I mean, come on!, SCARY!

I stepped on a bug. Squish! Sounded kind of cute. I miss California.

The End