Well it has been quite a while since I wrote an entry on the “online journal”. I have been writing like a madwoman , but not in here ( pretend my notebook is dear diary on the 14th). I had not realized what I missed about the purity of the pen.

I dont know if I began talking about the community notebook in here, But it began with a detailed map of the human body labeled with certain parts. Well, that prototype (named MH jr) became the center of the diary for a while. We gave way to political correctness and let’s face it when you work in a field where you are constantly dealing with dead people, you can tell when someone is “hung”….. Deal with dead, you are going to see all kinds of body parts… it stops being a novelty really shortly afterward I bet.

So the picture had been followed by a series of poems dedicated to MH jr,… and some of them were about him being hung… ok ok…. we are dark. If you did not know that by now, you need to re read the list of post cards… forever ago.