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.