My family...well, to clarify: My Grandmother, my Mother, my Sister, & Myself...have always been a slightly morbid lot. We're the kinda guys that laugh at funerals, etc. Literally. Many was the time in my youth that I heard my caretakers say "When I die, just wrap me in a sheet & throw me in the Saline (river)"

In the depths of my depress-y days, I think about what will happen when I die.

I've decided I want a natural burial, i.e. wrap me in a sheet & throw me in the river/hole in the ground. Yes, I am an organ donor. I have no idea which organs will be in working condition (def not my corneas or liver) but some poor soul may find them useful.

"Shroud the cat" gets me every time.

Updates? I cooked a massive dinner on Thankgiving, mostly in the toaster oven, & got shit for consideration. I've been keeping up my exercise routine, trying to ration my food consumption into weight-loss conducive portions. Yesterday the lower part of my ear was ripped from my head because I spit gum in douchebag's direction. It hurts.

For the record, the major reasons I haven't left is because A: I don't want to burden people that I've repeatedly burdened by making the same. Fucking. Mistake. B: He owes me shit that I may actually have a hope in hell of collecting sometime in the near future. C: I don't like being stranded in the cold w/ no phone/phone numbers/car/anyone I know within 6 hours/325 miles of me.

Shit's fucked.

Oh well.

Keep "Calm" & Drink High Life.