March 2009
0 posts
Anywhere.
I got mobile access. Hah!
January 2009
2 posts
I'm here bitches.
October 2008
1 post
I was trying to sleep.
Why do you people keep poking and prodding? I am not your trained monkey. Go get a dog.
Which reminds me… Can i get a puppy?
August 2008
4 posts
Erm...
So i guess that wasn’t my umbillical cord after all.
I wonder it does?
What was that?
Wierd. But i just had the strangest feeling. It was like I was being observed. Like I was being bugged. Prolly just my imagination. Or the DHS. Either one.
Complaints (first in a series).
Dad…
I like that you play music for me while in the car and all, but perhaps you can choose music recorded AFTER 1990. Other than Stew. For once. It is impeding my development.
Thank you for your attention.
Your spawn.
July 2008
5 posts
Gender roles.
In English, the generic is usually masculine. Don’t read anything more into it than that.
And either way, that is my umbilical cord.
Apologies.
Yeah, I will admit it. The no-drinking-during-gestation thing does sort of suck.
But look at it this way. Your tolerance will be so much lower when I drive you to drink later in life. More ways i am saving you precious time and money.
You’re welcome.
Flipper.
About my name
Here are things I am not:
A dolphin.
An circus acrobat.
A short order cook speciallizing in pancakes.
A rabid fan of 60’s and 70’s television pionner Flip Wilson.
From the Philippines.
But my oh so clever father seems to think that I should be called Flipper and my mother seems to go along with it, embracing it even! Oh, the indignities.
As you can clearly see in the photo...
First post - 14th week
As the next (as yet unnamed) Rackin, people keep talking about me. But no one, not even my parents, seem too concerned with MY take on things. Maybe i don’t want a Dwell Crib? Ever think of that? And stop assuming i talk like one of those goddamn LOLCats.
There is way too much misinformation and lies floating around this here womb, and this blog is my place to clear the amniotic fluid and...