GRRRRRR.

Pre-pregnant? How about I cut off your f-ing Viagra access you bastards?

Filled with so much rage. I can't even articulate how angry I am. The words "pre-pregnant" make my vision fill with red and it's a wonder my head hasn't exploded yet. But would it matter, so long as my womb was intact, regardless of whether I'm planning on reproducing anything with it?

Fucking bastards. Grrrrrr!

[this post brought to you by not enough coffee, ardent pro-choice sentiments and a sincere desire to castrate whoever came up with that phrase]

In knitting news, I'm still working on socks. And may work on a design for a male chastity device because the poor dears can't be bothered to keep it zipped, and of course it's the fault of all the baby incubators everywhere, so long as they're of an age to menstruate.

But first, I'm gonna run out for a double shot of scotch and possibly chain smoke my way through half a pack while eating a cheese steak sandwich with a side of fries smothered in cheese and gravy or something.