lovely little
Nov. 14th, 2006 02:31 pmSo, last weekend. There was a party that we played at. But no more of the musical part of it. My hair is braided, I'm wearing a tight black shirt with a high neckline, black pants, grey woolen socks, but they aren't exactly visible, and tight black gloves. And this little boy I've spoken with a few times earlier comes to me and says that I look just like an assassin.
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Later at the party, when we were talking about our callings, I mentioned that I'd like a profession where I could cut up bodies. (I wasn't remembering the boy's remark, but some of the group were. There was amusement.)
Then, yesterday, the local university held a sort of presentation of the things one can study there and, ah. I think that I might be becoming a doctor of some kind? Someday in the future. A pathologist, maybe.
In completely unrelated news, I broke my thumb.
... ♥
Later at the party, when we were talking about our callings, I mentioned that I'd like a profession where I could cut up bodies. (I wasn't remembering the boy's remark, but some of the group were. There was amusement.)
Then, yesterday, the local university held a sort of presentation of the things one can study there and, ah. I think that I might be becoming a doctor of some kind? Someday in the future. A pathologist, maybe.
In completely unrelated news, I broke my thumb.
