Thanks for visiting. I'm a recent transplant to the Boston Massachusetts area, living with my boyfriend while he completes his MBA. I'm originally from Utah, I like Apple, FileMaker, writing about my feelings, and eating edamame.
This afternoon I had to take photographs of cancer tissue, an experience I'm likely not to forget. I feel itchy thinking about it because I imagine that at least five or so of the enormous moles from my back will end up in a tissue block and then photographed by a blonde exclaiming, "EWWWW!"
I arrived to the science lab about an hour late because I was driving up and down Wasatch Lane thinking it was Wakura Lane. I think I saw I a 'W' on the street sign and assumed I had found the correct street and then spent the next half hour explaining to my co-worker how Google Maps had really let me down. Once we had arrived I rushed into the lobby feeling flustered, my mind racing between different lies and scenarios that could explain why I was late. It was at that moment that the receptionist checking me in asked if I could verify my employer, or to provide some kind of identification, before letting me through steel barriers protecting what must be an atomic bomb.
To that question I answered, "I have a cell phone?"
Really? That was the best answer I could come up with? I have a cell phone. But what a great idea, my phone should totally be an ID card.
Kill Me, Now 
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