A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews!
This "chapter" doesn't really have anything to do with the last one, except that they're both really random and the product of a twisted mind.
Setting: Between Haunted and Twilight
Further Ramblings on the State of my Love Life
Ghosts can bleed. I have always found this a little strange. I mean, they're dead right? So the have no actual matter. So they shouldn't be able to bleed. Follow my logic?
But
ghosts can bleed. Of course, the only people who can see or feel it
are us mediators, but still. They bleed.
Which leads to a rather
interesting question: Can ghosts procreate? I mean, if Jesse and I
were to, um, engage in sexual activities (to quote that idiotic
pamphlet I got in the mail) would we have to use birth control? Would
birth control even work? And if I did have a baby, would it be
visible to normal people?
See? This is why a relationship between Jesse and me can never work. There are way too many hitches. And I have no one to talk to about this stuff. Seriously. I mean, am I supposed to just walk up to Father D and be all like "Yo, Father Dom. Jesse and I are thinking about having premarital sex; do we need a rubber?" That would be a fun conversation. Not. The guy's a freakin' priest, for God's sake (no pun intended). He would sooo not approve.
Then again, neither would Jesse. I don't even know why I'm even thinking about stuff like this, because my sexually challenged boyfriend would never get me pregnant unless we were married, which, given the fact that he is dead, is not likely to happed anytime soon.
I should probably give him a break. I mean, when he was a kid, the Talk consisted of something like: "No sex until you're married." "What's sex, Dad?" "Never mind. You'll find out when you're married."
Okay, this train of thought has gotten totally weird. I'm going to go take a shower.
A/n: Yeah, I know what you're thinking: "Where the hell did you get that, you sick minded freak?"
Believe me, I'm as much in the dark about that as you are.
Imagine Regina from Mean Girls: "Review, bitches."
