if i should stay, I would only be in your way

I saw my first cadaver today. Very exciting. I was trying not to smile but I couldn't help it. Sick, right?

i can't stop messin' with the danger zone

I didn't really have anything to post on here today, but I've been listening to Cyndi Lauper and had the urge to post a message with that lyric. I suppose I could stick with the topic of said lyric, but I doubt that you, dear readers (who are multiplying!), want to read about that. Yes, readers, I mean masturbation.

There's really only one direction to go once you're glassed over masturbation, and I think we all know what direction that is: actual sex with another person. And I just have one thing to say on that topic. Rivers Cuomo, if you're out there and you're reading this, the rumors are true...

Good night, sweethearts.

and when it lands, will my eyes be closed or open?

I had an unbelieveably shitty day at work, and when I got home, my copy of "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" had arrived from Netflix broken almost completely in half. Come on!

it's not a habit, it's cool. i feel alive.

I'm still not convinced that I need a blog. But I have one. So here I go again.

I met a spicy single mother in one of my classes. Her birthday is next weekend and I bought her a light-up Halloween pen. I've only known her for a few days, so forgive me for spending only a couple dollars. Plus, I bought one for myself too, so we can be pen-buddies in class. How hot is that? We exchanged noted all day last week like middle-school girls, except with more adult topics. Probably not as unlike middle school girls as I assume... Anyway, I don't talk to a lot of new people, so that's what makes this a story.

I feel such a responsibility to make my little entries so enjoyable for both of you, dear readers. I do hope I succeed.