I really need a way to begin this.
On Friday, I went to the Body Worlds exhibit at the Tech Museum. For those of you who don't know what that is, this doctor took all of these cadavers, filleted them like fish, and put all of their body parts on display in glass cases. Obviously, this is a must see. When I got there, I tried to have some fun with the girl selling tickets to the exhibit. I walked up to her and asked, "So...how much does it cost to see some dead bodies around here?" Not even a smile. Then I asked, "So...is it haunted?" Nothing again. Tough crowd.
I walked into the exhibit and there were bodies and body parts everywhere. Whole cadavers standing (some had swords and lassos and stuff). There were glass cases with whole brains and hearts and lungs (I know some of you just said "oh my" to yourself after you read that and I won't hold it against you). Apparently you can donate your body to this project if you want. I don't however think that would happen if you knew what part of the exhibit you'd end up being. There was one glass case and all it had in it was a penis and testicles. I don't think whoever donated their body to this thing would have been like, "I wanna be the cock and balls case." At least not that poor bastard.
This is the last thing I'm going to say about Body Worlds. Next to the cock case, obviously, was the vagina case. They had a whole pelvis in the case open up and you could see everything. The uterus, the fallopian tubes. Everything was individually labeled. I couldn't help but notice that there wasn't a clitoris label. I guess he couldn't find it either.
Here's a life lesson for everyone: If you get asked out by someone and you don't want to go, just say no. Don't say yes, then on the day you're supposed to go out, flake on them by saying you have to work on a "project", then put on your FaceBook that you're "having a great time at happy hour." Just saying!
If instead of writing lol in a comment, you write LOL, does that mean you actually laughed out loud in real life? After, all no one uses all caps all willy nilly.
After watching two hours of The Biggest Loser yesterday, for some reason I needed a milkshake. I poured a little out on the sidewalk for my homies on the ranch who can't have any. It was way gangsta.
I was finally able to talk to the smoking hot security chick at Target I talked about a few weeks ago. The problem was the reason I talked to her was because my jacket had set off the security tag detector at the door. Not a good start to our relationship; her thinking I'm a thief and all.
Not really much this week. I need stuff to do. Any suggestions??
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