My interest in cadavers.

Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers -- This book is just calling for me to buy it. I'll let you all in on a secret. When I was around 8-9 years old, my choice of profession was as a mortician (or similarly, a medical examiner). Why such a preference for morbid jobs? BECAUSE I WOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE LIVING SO MUCH. Unsocial is my middle name. Okay, so maybe that's not exactly true, but being a doctor and treating the annoying people living doesn't suit me.

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And a big thanks to Emily (farfromem) for informing my confused ass that it is indeed Saturday (and not Sunday). Anxiety from college starting Monday will be my excuse for being a total dumdum.

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EDIT: Hey Gina (grod8404), if you are alive and reading this, PLEASE COMMENT HERE. It seems like you've dropped off the planet lately.

You know that feeling across your arms...?

A ROACH JUST CRAWLED ALL OVER MY ARMS! BLARRRRRGGH! Why didn't the cats kill it earlier?

My mom just laughed at me when I yelped and shot up from my chair. Thanks a lot mom.

Roaches are one of the few insects I have NO mercy for. Their death is guaranteed once I lay my eyes on them.