We had that old conversation about who would taste better if we all became cannibles again. One difference this time, however: We actually came to a conclusion.

All I can say is: That poor guy.

Apparently I couldn't be chosen because I would taste funny.(for some reason) I'm not complaining, mind you.

Oh yes, and I am now reading a book that I shouldn't let my teachers see the title of. It's called Guilty Pleasures by Laurell K. Hamilton. I have a very dirty mind, actually. I just choose not to show it very often.