brigdh

Dear Fellow Followers of God;

There comes a time in every person's life when god calls upon them to ritualistically remove their own liver. For me, that time is at hand. And I, Brigdh, am not a blasphemer. Nor am I disillusioned about the consequences of fulfilling god's edict. I know that at best I will be left bileless, most likely dead. Let this be my last testament. Let it be known that while my body lies here in Applebee's bathroom full of riblettes and those little cheese thingies, but empty of a liver; the rest of me is in a better place and surrounded by the spirit of the lord.

Rejoice: Do not mourn or question.

Kudos to the lord,
Brigdh

P.S. I cemented/superglued all my orifices shut, so you coroner pricks can't steal my fillings or sex up my corpse.

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It's not snowing here, though it is all rainy and cold and nasty; the sort of weather where your jeans end up soaked to the knees if you try to walk around outside. Yuck.

Classes are over for the quarter now, yay! No more school. Just a bunch of tests next week... Which, you know, it's all that much better than classes. But after that! There is break. Which is good. *nods firmly*