My boyfriend's making me do it.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

Today, Dominic asked me "Why haven't you mentioned our little site on your blog?". He didn't say why, but I know the reason. For whatever the case may be, I seem to get a lot of hits on this here stoopid writing forum. I'm thinking a lot of it is due to the little button on the bottom that lets bored people at work surf through the world of blogs. I was one of you not too long ago, so I can understand.

So for what it's worth, I present you with www.lastdyingwish.com

It's a little thing I came up with after a good friend lost her good friend, and then a few months later she also lost her dad. She's one of those people who keeps getting struck by lightning, but manages to live to tell the tale - over and over and over again. Some say that she could be jinxed, I just say she's a fighter and the girl I can talk to about vibrators.

When she first had to deal, I kept thinking, fuck - what if no one knows what my last dying wish is? What if I tell everyone what I want, but when I get hit by that almighty rock, no one remembers. Or worse, they remember something I told them when I was stoned.

Thus, I wanted a record of what my last dying wish should be. So I bothered Dominic until he couldn't take it anymore and the site was born. Anyone can enter their last dying wish and of course I ended up writing something totally silly - something that's not actually what I would want on my deathbed - but hey, it's a website that we created and we think it's kinda cool.

So check it out - for my boyfriend's sake.