I passed my glucose test. Which I celebrated with a shot of honey and downing a $.99 bag of Doritos.
On my way to Walgreens there were two teenagers sitting on a stoop and as I walked by they said tauntingly, "jizz for sale, jizz for sale" I had just walked like 2 miles in search of the fancy cat food, for well, the GD cats, which seems to be out of stock on the west side of SF. I was in no mood, I was on a quest for Meow Mix (the McDonald's of cat food.)
"Look. I am 6 1/2 months pregnant, I don't need any jizz for purchase or otherwise." They laughed, not in a good natured, appreciative way, but in the way kids laugh at the one kid in high school who's parents don't own a TV - maliciously!
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