Dear Die-ary; MAY 2010
THIS IS A DISCLAIMER!
The following entries are written in a physical notebook in Johnny's possession, a sort of private diary. Therefore, the information contained within these entries is NOT available to be used ICly in capeandcowl! They are meant to serve as amusement for myself and for others who want to read it!
Now, on to Nny's Die-ary entries for the month of May!
May 6. 9:37 AM
Dear Die-ary,
I shall indeed call you a diary because that is what you are. I love this notebook. It has a picture of a very cute puppy and an equally cute kitten in a field on the front of it. The cashier, surprisingly, didn't look at me funny when I purchased it a few hours ago (along with some necessary implements). She simply wished me a pleasant morning and sent me on my way. It was fairly pleasant. I spared her life, even though I am sure she will speak badly of me to her friends later. That bitch. anywho, kittens and puppies. I like them. They make me a happy Johnny. I wish I had a room full of puppies that I could relax in whenever I want, but puppies are needy and die easily.
my initial experience in this city has been interesting. the population, both of "normal people" and of those brought in by that kidnapping machine, seem to follow the same patterns as usual. Mostly worthless, undeserving of the gifts they have been given and ALWAYS STARING AT ME WHY AM I SO GODDAMN INTERESTING I WALK WITH MY HEAD DOWN AND I KEEP TO MYSELF infuriation.
there was this person over the "comm" who spoke to me about things no one but me should know. they knew about the wall, about her, about things I barely recall. they used that W word without so much as a second thought!! I don't remember much, because I think I passed out. either way, I found myself on the floor and several hours had passed. that's passing out right. even thinking about it now, it drives a veritable railroad spike between my eyes. I have determined that this person has some sort of omniscience... especially since they were wise enough to use text to speak with me instead of giving themselves away like that vile nosy blue PIG CHILD. Oh I hate him already. That fucker, like so many others...
but I did meet someone nice. his name is Four. Quatre. He seems to be a pleasant fellow. I guess it's not all bad.
Going to try out these new knives tonight. I need to find an allnite store that sells slushies.
May 6 10:29 PM
Dear Die-ary,
Need better knives. Found good slushies, though. I keep on thinking I am hearing something in the walls of this apartment, but it's clean as can be. I have decided that whatever it is is not scratching on the walls of the room, but on the walls of my mind.
now I feel like I swallowed a lead ball. ever have that feeling?
May 9 5:24 PM
Dear Die-ary,
I keep running into people I know, either on the street or over the network. Which is weird. I've never been here before. And I don't think I knew them before, but I did. They seem so familiar.
Oh, the devil is here too. He's a little more pretentious than the last time I met him. I wonder how strong the Porter must be to keep the devil under its electronic thumb.
Bought some nice stripey wallpaper. Going to put it up tomorrow. Liking this free money I get, though the wallpaper was bought with some guy's credit card I don't know. The scratching is getting louder. Something is talking now, too. But it's different this time. I couldn't project it on to an object if I tried (I did try). It's really inside me. I wonder what it is.
"ImPorts" get super powers. My given super power is not head explody, eye lasers, flying, turning stuff into pie, setting people on fire by staring at them really hard, talking to dogs or super strength.
I am very disappointed.
May 16 10:15 PM
Dear Die-ary,
I think I figured out my power. It has to do with the waste beast, the thing from the wall. The devil said I wouldn't be a waste lock again, so I think he must have lied. Unless this is different. Is it?
there is a god child here who knows all about me. To be honest I think she's just a new and different sort of headvoice. still, something to think about.
May 24 3:02 AM
Dear Die-ary,
I had a very unique experience with a pimple today. I think I'll write about that to the network though. It's interesting enough for them. Maybe. Plus, who doesn't love sharing their medical adventures? I hate when other people do it, but mine are interesting.
I bought myself a phone, or I was, then didn't. Did I? wait I did. other than the communicator of course. I wanted something I could download apps on. I hear there's a great one for baking and I do love baking. Debated between an iPhone and an Android. Killed the guy who told me I should make a decision since I had been in the store for five hours. Ended up not buying either and went with something called a Kin. It had the cheapest plan. fantastic.
all this talk of war is making me very nervous. I can barely hold my hand still enough to write this entry. the air is electric. something is going to happen soon, i can feel it. What's going to happen? Are we all going to die?
probably.
oh yes.
weird omniscient head voiced is called "hit-girl". Must have been drunk when I named her. But I don't get drunk so I don't really know.
The following entries are written in a physical notebook in Johnny's possession, a sort of private diary. Therefore, the information contained within these entries is NOT available to be used ICly in capeandcowl! They are meant to serve as amusement for myself and for others who want to read it!
Now, on to Nny's Die-ary entries for the month of May!
May 6. 9:37 AM
Dear Die-ary,
I shall indeed call you a diary because that is what you are. I love this notebook. It has a picture of a very cute puppy and an equally cute kitten in a field on the front of it. The cashier, surprisingly, didn't look at me funny when I purchased it a few hours ago (along with some necessary implements). She simply wished me a pleasant morning and sent me on my way. It was fairly pleasant. I spared her life, even though I am sure she will speak badly of me to her friends later. That bitch. anywho, kittens and puppies. I like them. They make me a happy Johnny. I wish I had a room full of puppies that I could relax in whenever I want, but puppies are needy and die easily.
my initial experience in this city has been interesting. the population, both of "normal people" and of those brought in by that kidnapping machine, seem to follow the same patterns as usual. Mostly worthless, undeserving of the gifts they have been given and ALWAYS STARING AT ME WHY AM I SO GODDAMN INTERESTING I WALK WITH MY HEAD DOWN AND I KEEP TO MYSELF infuriation.
there was this person over the "comm" who spoke to me about things no one but me should know. they knew about the wall, about her, about things I barely recall. they used that W word without so much as a second thought!! I don't remember much, because I think I passed out. either way, I found myself on the floor and several hours had passed. that's passing out right. even thinking about it now, it drives a veritable railroad spike between my eyes. I have determined that this person has some sort of omniscience... especially since they were wise enough to use text to speak with me instead of giving themselves away like that vile nosy blue PIG CHILD. Oh I hate him already. That fucker, like so many others...
but I did meet someone nice. his name is Four. Quatre. He seems to be a pleasant fellow. I guess it's not all bad.
Going to try out these new knives tonight. I need to find an allnite store that sells slushies.
May 6 10:29 PM
Dear Die-ary,
Need better knives. Found good slushies, though. I keep on thinking I am hearing something in the walls of this apartment, but it's clean as can be. I have decided that whatever it is is not scratching on the walls of the room, but on the walls of my mind.
now I feel like I swallowed a lead ball. ever have that feeling?
May 9 5:24 PM
Dear Die-ary,
I keep running into people I know, either on the street or over the network. Which is weird. I've never been here before. And I don't think I knew them before, but I did. They seem so familiar.
Oh, the devil is here too. He's a little more pretentious than the last time I met him. I wonder how strong the Porter must be to keep the devil under its electronic thumb.
Bought some nice stripey wallpaper. Going to put it up tomorrow. Liking this free money I get, though the wallpaper was bought with some guy's credit card I don't know. The scratching is getting louder. Something is talking now, too. But it's different this time. I couldn't project it on to an object if I tried (I did try). It's really inside me. I wonder what it is.
"ImPorts" get super powers. My given super power is not head explody, eye lasers, flying, turning stuff into pie, setting people on fire by staring at them really hard, talking to dogs or super strength.
I am very disappointed.
May 16 10:15 PM
Dear Die-ary,
I think I figured out my power. It has to do with the waste beast, the thing from the wall. The devil said I wouldn't be a waste lock again, so I think he must have lied. Unless this is different. Is it?
there is a god child here who knows all about me. To be honest I think she's just a new and different sort of headvoice. still, something to think about.
May 24 3:02 AM
Dear Die-ary,
I had a very unique experience with a pimple today. I think I'll write about that to the network though. It's interesting enough for them. Maybe. Plus, who doesn't love sharing their medical adventures? I hate when other people do it, but mine are interesting.
I bought myself a phone, or I was, then didn't. Did I? wait I did. other than the communicator of course. I wanted something I could download apps on. I hear there's a great one for baking and I do love baking. Debated between an iPhone and an Android. Killed the guy who told me I should make a decision since I had been in the store for five hours. Ended up not buying either and went with something called a Kin. It had the cheapest plan. fantastic.
all this talk of war is making me very nervous. I can barely hold my hand still enough to write this entry. the air is electric. something is going to happen soon, i can feel it. What's going to happen? Are we all going to die?
probably.
oh yes.
weird omniscient head voiced is called "hit-girl". Must have been drunk when I named her. But I don't get drunk so I don't really know.