Watch Those Jaws D R O P

I love work, but I love Saturdays. The day seems to go by fast, and I want to enjoy a break. Everything in my life is fast paced and my afternoon/night off makes lets reality hit me. I'm not going to lie; I'm a pretty attractive guy. I'm not something you write home about, but I have confidence in myself. Do you find that attractive? I hope so. I have received a few emails from some blog readers asking me to describe myself because I have barely described what I look like. Feel free to comment here, I have open comments so you don't have to register, just please don't comment anonymously, I like some personality! Anyways, I'm about 6 ft tall; I have a swimmer's body tone, and nicely tanned skin. I have natural brown/blonde hair, short and well kept. I have very lustrously lime eyes; they scream warmth while my blunt personality screams cold. I have one tattoo on the back of my shoulder of a caduceus:


Then I have one tattoo around my upper right arm of a tribal band. Well, that’s basically everything about me.


Now, about those dropping jaws... I'm a pretty stylish guy; I want to look the best because I want to be the best. Nothing like a little self-centered attitude, right? Because I didn't grow up with all the things I wish I had, I work hard to get them for myself. I'll pay the extra few bucks, and girls don't lie. You like it when a guy walks into a club rocking Emporio. I love the high-class but I love the prep class too. I crashed at Caleigh's apartment last night; let me tell you... wicked nice. Very contemporary and modern styled, sleek and attractive. Her wardrobe consists of punky clothing as well as preppy. I think she looks the sexiest in the morning. Her hair all messy, wearing my boxers and shirt... with her mascara smudged around her eyes. I need to breathe! She is going to spend the night at my apartment tonight and we are going to have a good time. I got out at four, and she'll be over here soon. And again, about those dropping jaws... She came into work at lunchtime to eat lunch with me, talk about turning heads, ha! They are j e a l o u s.

PAUL coded today. He had a minor heart attack; he was brought back to the emergency room where he chilled for a bit until he was declared stable to return upstairs. He is such a nice guy; I hate to see him in so much pain. I bought him some good food because he complained about how much hospital food sucked. I got him wedding soup; he said it was his favourite. Paul hasn't had any visitors at all. I'm afraid to live a life like Paul's. I want to have a family and be happy... I want to enjoy the wonders of children and marriage. Paul told me when he had the love of his life... but left it all behind for the army.

There was only one significant case in the emergency room today, and it was a stab victim... who just barely made it. "Jim" a 16-year-old was stabbed directly in the stomach area, where his stomach releases its gastric acid (hydrochloric acid) into his body. A person with this condition only has about 30 minutes before the acid literally eats away all the internal organs. Thankfully, he was stabbed in a public place where he was discovered and brought to us. He is undergoing surgery tonight, but he is looking in good shape. You are seriously not safe in the city at 16, better yet even 18. Poor kid mugged for the little change he has, now probably a stolen identity... so vulnerable.

Cali is walking in through the door, so I'm going to have to run... my heart has already started to pound; her lips are like morphine.