apologies in advance. this one is gory.

I don't know if anyone looks at this one. I've been writing more in my Myspace weblog, and I get, like, nine views a week. I just wrote this huge entry over there, fascinating stuff. But after I hit submit a few more things popped into my head.

Isn't it weird how you could be having the worst, most depressing day- crying and everything, but as soon as you see that you've got an eyelash in your eye, you can't force out a tear. You can think of your grampa dying or your dog getting attacked by rattlesnakes... and nothing. When all else fails you can do the tweezer thing. There's no shame in plucking out a nosehair... most of the time.

A couple of weeks ago, my mom was getting ready for work and (I'd like to think maybe she had something stuck in her eye) she put tweezers in her nose and poked an artery. Holy crud, the blood was just shooshing out in a rhytmic fashion. And in my family we've got bleeders. She didn't manage to get it to stop until she was a minute away from her work, 45 minutes later.

It reminded me of this time- I was probably about nine years old- when my little sister Joanna went into my older sister's room and found a green plastic bracelet that had one tiny break in it. She got a great idea to put it in her nose and run around the house screaming, "I'M A PYGMY!!! I'M A PYGMY!"

Now, my older sister didn't like this very much, so she walked up and pulled the braclet out of Joanna's nose. Our entire front hall was covered in little puddles of blood that would spurt out in time with her heartbeat. Freaky, educational, and kind of funny.

I've still got a truckload of housework to do. More Laundry, more dishes, and I might try to change this lightbulb.