Dear Die-ry: 10 [ Hackable ]

Apr 23, 2008 08:31

Ever have one of those fucking days where you can't remember anything, but on the furthest reaches of your mind you know. You can see yourself in this 24-hour horror movie special, but there's no stop button and no control.

Don't really fucking remember it, but I know it...guess looking and feeling like shit run over twice is a good memory jogger. And the stench of carrion that wont fucking go away.

I know I don't get paid enough to feel like shit.

Just works out that way.

This is different.

I LIKE HAVING CONTROL!

I like knowing who I kill, when I kill, and how far to push the limit. I especially like to survey my own bodily damage, not after the fact guh...

I perfer waking up to darkness as opposed to waking up to a heap of corpses and Barry White on a broken radio singing "take off that brassiere, my dear." Looked like the Venus-sex-trap from hell.

The bright and shiny side is I'm fucking aback where I started...whithout a fucking clue. I should probably survey the damage, I feel fucked, but I'm too fucking beat to care.

Sleep first...then bathe...take care of the damage...riddling it all out comes last...

Sounds good.
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