“Don’t cheat. The sperm will be angry.”
Oh how I love you.
So you’re on again, are you? Sometimes I really hate seeing your name but most of all I hope you don’t see mine. It’s funny how I can’t even avoid you on the internet, like because of the internet I am constantly under your radar. There’s no escaping you, is there? Ah well. I could always get off, disappear in the privacy of my own reality. All it takes is a simple click of the mouse but then a new evil appears; loneliness. This constant contact with the entire capacity of planet earth has me reeling when it’s not there.
So that’s how it is then. You’ve trapped me in a box as big as the globe. Your name pops up at the bottom of my screen. May the idle chat begin.
I have no excuse