Necklace of Human Ears: Disgusting or Organic Bling?

70 degrees out in March in Michigan. Freaky.

Taking a break from reading "We The Living" to visit an old favorite, "Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal". For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of reading it... well you should read it because there's no adequate way to describe it without ruining some of the story.

On a completely unrelated note, my neighbor to the west doesn't believe in window treatments, or curtains... she has some sheets and blankets stuffed into the windows that face the road, but the windows that face my house are utterly bare. The practical upshot is, if I look out my windows facing the west, and they see me, I look like a pervert trying to peep on them, whether I was attempting to or not. Sure I'm a bit of a voyeur (I'm a guy ffs) but I feel that with this situation I can be well-behaved and still be thought guilty. That irks me.

So I was gonna tell a random story, but then I realized all the ones I can think of off the top of my head involve drunk people or bodily functions, and for whatever reason that seems awfully low-brow all of a sudden. Am I becoming more mature or a prude? I'm not sure.

Baking owns.