Dear Diary,
I had a close call this morning. She almost saw me. What a thrill! If she had been just a few inches to the left, if she’d seen me staring, I’d be busy hacking her body to pieces instead of writing to you, Diary. I had to spend quite a while in the shed after that, calming down.
I should probably tell you about the brown-haired girl, the one I told you about a few weeks ago. I’ve let her get closer than I’ve let anyone else, but she still doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t know that I want to bind her arms behind her back, gag her, and take her to the shed. Maybe she sees it in my eyes. I hope not though, otherwise I’ll have to get rid of her, just like the other one.
Tomorrow I’m going to play with the cat. Might take him down to the shed. I’ll let you know how I get on, Diary.
Frantic
Jan 15, 2011
YAYYY we have fun bog time again
sebastian
Jan 15, 2011
I don’t know what bog time is… but it sounds fun!
Sara Strand
Jan 15, 2011
And this reminds me of that Smashing Pumpkins song, “Lily (my one and only)”. It always makes me smile when I hear it.
Frantic
Jan 15, 2011
well i definitely meant blog didn’t I!
sebastian
Jan 15, 2011
Ahhh! OK, that makes more sense (and I really didn’t get it… maybe I’m getting fick in my old age…)
Sara — I’m sure that would mean more to me if I actually had the ability to hear the lyrics of songs. But as long as I made you smile, I’m happy!