I keep them in my closet next to my shoes. Usually the stench from my shoes keeps their reek from attracting any attention (alliteration, much?).
But no, I kid. My closet is not large enough for the dead bodies. It’s easier to bury them in the backyard or dump them in a river. Anyway… this is a “blog,” so you say? I suppose this little “page” here should be utilized for a short tale about the author of this so-called “blog.”
Hello. My name is Morgan. The whole “Morgue” dealio comes from a friend of mine (also deemed Morgan, odd) who called me “Morg” (or perhaps it was “Morgue,” who knows). I thought I might be clever and call my blog such a name. I was told by my friend Catherine that I should have a blog, since my thoughts are very “clever” or something fascinating like that. I am not demented (I swear), so this isn’t some sort of “emo-blog,” considering those belong on LiveJournal, right? I am using an awful lot of quotations and parentheses… I suppose you should get used to that.
Anywho, the tale began in Mesa, Arizona. Yea, that’s like saying I was born there. It’s pretty hot (but it’s a DRY heat) and I sometimes miss it, but… everyone has to tire of Republicans and Mormons after awhile. So at the ripe age of eight, my family relocatedt o Asheville, North Carolina, where I reside now. It’s pretty nice. Kind of mountainous and tree-covered. Lovely little city. Downtown’s a hoot
Currently, I am a senior enrolled at TC Roberson and soon I will be struggling to wake up every morning for class, as senioritis is settling in. I graduate June 6th and the date cannot arrive faster.
