BP 100/70

beep.... beep... beep

"doctor... doctor... come quick... there's a faint heart beat"
"but nurse, how could that be? rock the kazbar has been dead for over a year"
"i don't know doctor, you're the one that did 7 yrs in medical school while i frollocked aroud campus in mini-skirts trying to snag myself a 'soon to be' rich husband but failing miserably and ended up doing nursing cos i figured i'd look cute in the outfit"
"that's an excellent point nurse... grab the paddles... charge to 300... stand clear"

well well well... here i am writing again. not too sure why. it seems my friend ms mc-p prefers to read about my life instead of listening to me talk about it. maybe it's because here she can turn me off mid-story if i'm boring her to death. fair enough i say.

as her punishment, she will be forced to sit through posts about events that she has already heard about. purely because i'm going to need something to post about and there doesn't seem to be anything overly exciting coming up soon... cept my brother's getting married... and i might be moving to new york... and i'm invited to a boozehag shindig... ok so it doesn't sound too bad.

perhaps i'll see you again.