Heather is donating blood for the very first time next Saturday, and has asked for volunteers. I’m going to go with her, because she is very cute and I am always down for having fluids withdrawn from me. In her plea for an audience, she mentions various reasons why you might want to come with her and perhaps also donate your very own blood. It’s for a good cause – people who need blood, like vampires and .. sick people, I guess – but the blood takers apparently also tell you what your blood type is.
Hot damn! I have NO IDEA what my blood type is; I’m one of those hilarious people who write “RED” on forms when asked for a blood type. So not only will this entire thing be an exercise in Doing Good, it will also give me some important information about myself and can therefore be classified as an adventure and also lots of fun.
Yes, I have have a strange idea of fun.
And in a wild tangent that will only make sense if you happen to have memorized a number of lines from horror movies you used to watch religiously instead of making out with boys or girls as a teenager, I am sort of horrified that they remade Friday the 13th. Are we really so out of ideas that we have to mess with the classics? Come on, people. I know you’ve done J-Horror and K-Horror – isn’t there some sort of Bollywood horror you can ruin?
Come to think of it, a Bollywood horror movie would be fantastically hilarious.
I’m going to go over here now.