Tuesday, July 29, 2003
at 8:03 PMDashing Through The Snow
Here's an excellent site to slake April's morbid interests:Autopsy ReportMy mouth tastes like canned lemonade. If it didn't taste like canned lemonade, it would taste like spit.
Something funny in National Geographic I read: the article's author watched as an Alaskan donned a neon yellow coverall before he went trawling. When asked if the suit was a safety device, the Alaskan replied something to the effect that it was only put on to attract rescuers to the body. How comforting!
Since living with my aunt, I've become more gaseous. It's quite odd. I do eat more turkey and chicken than usual; I suppose that could be the cause. Also, these little eruptions smell dissimilarly to my old ones. They're ranker, if possible.
