I won't comform.

One for the record, I hate going to the dentist. Honestly. $100 for barely 20 minutes of painfilled 'work'. I'm pretty sure she jabbed me with that stupid metal thing more than she hit my teeth. My mouth isn't that big, get better aim.

Sam tells me today that it's up to me to have kids. Excuse me? I'm going to be the only source of grandchildren for my mother? Well she's crap out of luck. How many times do I have to tell them, I don't like kids. Prolly I'll be an old spinster who no one'll marry anyway, so she'll have to rely on... well. Maybe Sam and Jonah will adopt? Or maybe her next dog will have puppies.