sirloins

"Oh what an odious web we weave when first we practice to conceive."

So, I had been seeing this girl this March. She's hardcore Texas (from Mesquite), but I knew it wouldn't work out the first time we slept together and I casually mentioned I was half Mexican and she asked, "I'm in bed with a beaner?"

However, she being beautiful and me being a guy, I put up with it for I was getting more tang than a thirsty astronaut.

But, like nothing gold can stay, it all finally caught up with me and we broke it off. Well, I broke it off and it didn't go too well. Still, I thought all was said and done until she told me she was pregnant.

At first I saw it as an childish attempt to get in my mind, but the next time she sent a letter, it had a ultrasound photo in it.

So, now I'm gonna be a daddy. I found out when she was roughly 5.5 weeks along and now she's 8 weeks.

It's unfortunate. I'm scarily excited, but I didn't want my first child to come about like this. I don't want to be a deadbeat dad, but the mother and I just don't see eye-to-eye.

Not only that, but being pregnant has made her batshit crazy.