It has been said that "Curiosity killed the cat"....

but I've still always been intrigued by crime stories and now I find myself compelled to go and visit Casey Anthony in the Orange County jail. Weird. I know. But I can't help how my mind works. It's a very dark place sometimes. I am constantly picking up true crime books and wishing that I had had the chance/guts to go and pick the brain of this "normal" person. Maybe to see what snapped in them that caused them to kill. Maybe to avoid the same thing happening to me. I don't want to be on either side of the true crime story. For obvious reasons. Anyway, so I want to go and I know I shouldn't, but damn if that doesn't make it all the more enticing.