Jan 17, 2007 11:50
I was considering advertising the sale of my head so that I might enjoy the rest of this week without headaches. The ad was written, the typeface bold and I was about to post when I started to have second thoughts. "What if," my mind whispered (clearly in cahoots with the head), "What if someone takes the transaction seriously and comes and decapitates us? It's the internet after all. Lots of weirdies on the net. Not only will this criminal ruin us but they probably couldn't be taken to law because you've actually requested this be done to us... and PUBLISHED IT!"
As you can imagine, my finger withdrew substantially from the mouse button. It is one thing to be brutally murdered and quite another not to be able to prosecute afterwards. My family would have no justice, no revenge and have no one to blame but me for bloodstains. Still, at least I could sleep easy knowing that it would be someone else's headache.
illness,
general life