SUPER NANNY! makes me never want to have kids. It's worse enough keeping up with my monthly cycle. The last thing I need is bad ass kids screaming, "mommy!!!!!! feed me NOW!!!!!" all day long. I dreamt of the number 13. Death and a new beginning. Now I can take my thumb out of my mouth and put it in Kangaroo Jacks. Never lick a dumb ass. But I can't forget about the boy scout pocket knife in my back pocket. I found new chains...but I'm still afraid. When couples are prounced up against the wall, with their faces squooshed against one another, and begging for air...it makes me think of being slaughtered by my couch. I guess I won't ever know what that feels like, because I've never had my breath taken away.