» I'm an expert

Freakishly
I'm an expert at blood splatter. My step father is a forensic scientist. When I was 16 I threatened to commit suicide, rather than whisking me off to the therapist like a normal person would he made me study the blood splatter of people who killed them selves. One hour a night for three weeks I'd go through pictures of the blood splatter and write down how I thought they died. I still want to kill myself...but now once I'm done I can figure out how I did it.
(Mon 27th Jun 2005, 6:57, More)

» When animals attack...

Little bastards...
I was once really drunk and walking down the street. I saw a dead animal and decided it would be fun to poke. Well, it wasn't dead. It was a beaver, and it really didn't enjoy being poked. It started slapping it's tail on the ground, and I don't know how many of you have encountered a beaver when it's angry, but they growl. It sounds like satan is about to jump out of it's thraot, so I do the only logical thing I can and run. It chased me and I climbed a tree. Half way up the tree I fell down and broke my wrist. My sister had a jolly time bringing me to the hospital at three in the morning.
(Sun 5th Jun 2005, 21:01, More)