*whistle* *whistle*

I’ve decided to start tempting Death.

No more seat belt for me. I’ll also stop checking my blind spot when I’m driving alone and probably a whole host of other things.

In a related note, I just figured out that I’m evolutionarily designed to not reproduce. Some people are good at the types of things needed to attracting a mate (i.e. baking a huge cookie that says “Sleep With Me” or whistling Dixie) , some people are not. I, in fact, am not. I wouldn’t even know how to get started. Do you preheat the eggs first or do you just mix them in? And what do you do with the shell? I used to just stick them in the blender, but I find my cookies tend to cause Salmonella that way.

So I quit. I’ll just stop putting myself in situtations where I’d make a fool of myself (like the front of the class, strip clubs, or any place where I’m at eye level with a woman).

I’ve been doing this for two days now.

So I’m tempting Death. Anyone want to be in my will?

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