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Began 21:46, 29 October 2006 (EST)

How far would you go for a kiss?


THURSDAY AUGUST 12, 2004
On the campus lawn...
You're probably tired of reading these blog posts by now (hell,
is anyone even reading these things?), but I can't help it.
She is so perfect. I wish I had the balls to say something
but every time I want to walk up to Her...I chicken out.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 5:23 PM


SUNDAY AUGUST 15, 2004
I should NOT drink on an empty stomach
Went down to O'Patrick's for a beer and to watch the game
yesterday (why am I a Browns fan again?). I really need to
remember to EAT before drinking. Eating after having three
beers is a bad bad thing to do. Spent most of this
morning in bed, and the afternoon recovering.
The day was overcast and (thank God!) dim. Went out for
a walk to UDF to pick up something for my headache. Then I saw
Her again. She was with a bunch of friends at first but they
said they'd meet Her at the bar later and left.
I watched Her as She wandered around the store, got a bag of
Sun Chips, and then stood at the soda cooler, looking through
the window. She was wearing this cute, loose-fitting, pink
tank-top. I could just make out the outline of the straps, and
I could tell She was wearing a bikini underneath.
I just stood there like a moron watching Her as She looked
through the glass door. Her neck and shoulders are just
amazing. Like God himself had fashioned them. Or rather, as
if he had brough Michelangelo back JUST to chisel them. Not a
blemish anywhere; Her skin was so smooth. And Her arms had
just enough muscle tone on them to show She works out a bit.
Wow.
I swear I had been only watching Her for a few seconds, but the
next thing I know the dude behind the counter says, "Dude, you
gonna just hold your Ding-Dongs or you gonna pay for 'em?" I
snapped out of it, payed him and started out.
She had just started walking toward me and I saw Her lips. She
smiled. Wow. Oh, for just a kiss!
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 11:23 PM


FRIDAY AUGUST 20, 2004
Shitty week
Haven't written this week. Work sucks.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 6:45 PM


THURSDAY AUGUST 26, 2004
Tired
I think the whole reason I'm not sleeping well is Her. All
week long I haven't been able to get Her off my mind. I keep
seeing Her like I did in that dream I had when I was in high
school.
In the dream, it was fall. There were leaves on the ground
everywhere, and the wind was blowing them in little cyclones
around the yard. She had the most beautiful hair, slightly
curly, and the wind was blowing it as She danced around in
circles. She turns to me and smiles...and I wake up.
Her picture is burned in my head. I never thought I'd meet
Her, but since coming to school here, I keep seeing Her.
EVERYWHERE. It's like She senses where I am almost. Eh,
I should get some sleep.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 9:12 PM


SATURDAY AUGUST 28, 2004
Tired
So last night I was at Taco Hell and She's there (ya gotta
dig a girl who needs a Taco Hell fix). It was kinda
cool out, but She was wearing these REALLY short shorts.
I mean just wow. Last week at UDF She had on jeans, so I
couldn't tell, but those thighs were AMAZING. Ta heck
with the burrito...I wanted to take a bite out of them
instead!  :)
She got Her order and turns back towards me as She walks
toward the door. I know She didn't recognize me, but She
looked me in the eyes and smiled. Wow. Jesus but I could
kiss those lips for hours.
I wish I had the balls to talk to Her.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 2:23 PM


TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 14, 2004
That long?
Too much of a work / sleep / work / sleep cycle.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 7:15 PM


THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 30, 2004
Why...
...do I even bother keeping this blog up? I never write in it,
and when I do I'm just sad and pathetic about my life.
Brilliant medical future my ass. I go from being a student to
a groundskeeper just so I can pay the fucking rent in this
cardboard box of a house. All my friends are already in
their damn residencies now and don't even have time for a beer.
And lets not even get started on Her.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 6:19 PM


SATURDAY OCTOBER 2, 2004
Two Posts in a Week!
Dreary ass day. Don't even know why I left the house, but I
ended up in the Commons. I guess that I just couldn't stay
cooped up in that house any longer. Then the sun shone.
She was at the Starbucks counter. She laughed and joked with
the tool behind the counter for a bit. I'll admit it, I was
jealous. Here's this nimrod who's got a job shovelling coffee
all day long and HE gets to talk to Her. What the hell?
Then it happened. She sat down. I was in one of those big
ass couches they keep in the commons and She sat over in the
next area. Laying Her raincoat down on the couch beside Her,
She set Her huge cup of coffee down on the table, and looked
at the campus papers, wrapping Her hands around the cup in
between turning pages.
I usually only get a passing glance at Her face, but
today...She was just sitting there. Her hair was all dark
wet curls from the rain. She picked up a napkin and began
dabbing the moisture from Her perfect forehead. So smooth, the
skin so beautiful. The cool wind outside left a touch of
apple-redness on Her gorgeous cheekbones. And as always...those
lips. So full. It was bad enough to be jealous of a coffee
jockey, but hell, I even got jealous of a damn coffee cup for
being able to touch those lips.
She read the papers for awhile, finished Her coffee and put Her
coat on. As She stood, She glanced over at me and I froze. Her
eyes were oceans of blue-green to drown in. She smiled...and
then walked out. I should have at least said hi. Moron.
Gonna get some sleep now.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 11:19 PM


WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 13, 2004
All work and no play makes me a dull boy.
All work and no play makes me a dull boy. All work and no play
makes me a dull boy. All work and no play makes me a dull boy.
All work and no play makes me a dull boy. All work and no play
makes me a dull boy. All work and no play makes me a dull boy.
All work and no play makes me a dull boy. All work and no
play makes me a dull boy. Fuck me. All work and no play makes
me a dull boy. All work and no play makes me a dull boy. All
work and no play makes me a dull boy. All work and no play
makes me a dull boy. All work and no play makes me a dull boy.
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 6:32 PM


FRIDAY OCTOBER 29, 2004
omgOMGomgOMGomgOMG
So there I was finishing the last of the beds. I was smelly
and dirty and above all else, tired as hell. Yay for crazy end
of October heat waves, but it's damn hot when you're laying
down a few metric tons of dyed wood chips.
I caught a glimpse of this electric blue and silver sports bra
(and what it held back) as it jogged toward me, and then I
realized...it was Her! She had Her earbuds in and was looking
straight ahead...completely not seeing one of the rakes that
had fallen out onto the path. She tripped and fell and I --
the smelly, sweaty knight that I was -- ran to Her aid. She
skinned up Her shoulder a bit, but otherwise She was fine.
I...talked to Her! Woo hoo! Better yet...we're going to go
and get coffee tomorrow night. Maybe I won't have to be
jealous of that coffee cup after all...
posted by UnPreMedGuy @ 10:22 PM



"Williams, Thomson, go check the back room. Davis and Laurens, check the bedroom. Edwin Widgen, you're under arrest for the suspected murder of Nancy Kowalski, Tabitha Gates, and Mary Ellen Green."

"What?"

"You have the right to remain silent."

"You're joking!"

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"What the HELL are you TALKING ABOUT!"

A crash and a clatter of something metal hit the the floor in the back room. Suddenly, Thomson came running through the living room and straight out the door. A split second later, he threw up violently over the porch rail.

"What's going on back there! You leave Her alone! Honey? Is everything okay?"

"Williams, what is it?" Turning toward the front door, "Kid, you okay?" Thomson heaved again.

"Detective," Smith said calmly, pulling Detective Ernesto's attention back to the back room. "You need to come back here."

Detective Ernesto's heart was still racing in his ears. "Mike, ease up on him. I don't wanna loose this on a brutality issue."

As he made his way toward the back room, he could see the corner of some large appliance. Entering the doorway, he wondered how the chest freezer even got into the room. Another inch longer and the door wouldn't be able to close. On the floor, several medical instruments were splayed out along with the tray they had been on.

The sight on the table though was what caused Thomson to empty his stomach. "Christ!" he exclamed despite himself. The body was laid out very orderly, like what he had seen so many times at the medical examiner's. Stiches ran across the waist, up the sides, over the breasts, and around the neck. The body had been well preserved -- obviously in the freezer -- but it was the face that sickened the Detective.

"Don't you touch Her! Wait! Where are you taking me? I'm not finished yet!"

Detective Ernesto eyes never left the table. "Take him out of here, Mike. We got him. We got him." The face on the body was nearly complete. Eyes, ears, and nose all seemed to be that of the third victim, Mary Ellen Green, but the mouth was...missing. Beside the body were four sets of mouths, laid out as if Widgen was in the process of a decision. Four mouths.

"NO! Don't you hear me? She's not finished!"

"Get him out. And Mike...let them know downtown: There's a fourth victim we haven't heard about yet."

Edwin Widgen screamed one last time just before the door was closed. "I still haven't gotten my kiss yet! All I wanted was that kiss! NO!!!"

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