Hormones Are Nature's Three Bottles Of Beer.

Sexual Desire Is A State Not Unlike Hunger.

In My Whole Life, I've Never Vomited From Seeing Something Disgusting. Does It Really Even Happen, Outside Of Movies And Tv? I Believe It May Be A Myth.

I Am Very Much Out Of My Element Here. There Are Moments, Listening To The Conversations Going On Around Me, When I Feel I Am Going To Lose My Mind. Earlier Today, I Heard Someone Say The Words, "i Felt At One With The Divine Source Of Creation." Mary Roach On A Conducted Tour Of Hades. I Had To Fight The Urge To Push Back My Chair And Start Screaming: Stand Back! All Of You! I've Got An Arthur Findlay Box Cutter! Instead, I Quietly Excused Myself And Went To The Bar, To Commune With Spirits I Know How To Relate To.

The Human Head Is Of The Same Approximate Size And Weight As A Roaster Chicken. I Have Never Before Had Occasion To Make The Comparison, For Never Before Today Have I Seen A Head In A Roasting Pan.

It Is Astounding To Me, And Achingly Sad, That With Eighty Thousand People On The Waiting List For Donated Hearts And Livers And Kidneys, With Sixteen A Day Dying There On That List, That More Then Half Of The People In The Position H's Family Was In Will Say No, Will Choose To Burn Those Organs Or Let Them Rot. We Abide The Surgeon's Scalpel To Save Our Own Lives, Out Loved Ones' Lives, But Not To Save A Stranger's Life. H Has No Heart, But Heartless Is The Last Thing You'd Call Her.