Wednesday 27 December 2017

Your Mid-Week Update for 12/27/17

I am officially on vacation until…tomorrow. The office is operating on a “skeleton crew” until January 2nd which means I don’t have to come in every day but I do have to come in and man the phones/get some work done. No one uses our business over the holidays; it’s all factory owners and mid-tier rich businessmen. Everyone is on vacation! Unfortunately, I refuse to get paid to kill so if I want money, I have to go in to work on some of the coldest days of the year.

Actually, I Just looked it up and this is nowhere near the coldest recorded days for my area. It’s still fucking cold.

I don’t know why I’m complaining. This happens every year, and every year I’m thankful to sneak back to work. I think it’s because I genuinely had an enjoyable Christmas dinner with my family. While my father was a bit grouchy about “this generation” - to which Jason wisely kept his mouth shut – my mother was the one to change the subject and keep everyone level-headed. I was surprised to say the least. Not that my mother talked over my father, or tried to be happy even when tensions were high, but that she was calm and kind. She helped make and clean up dinner; she reminded my father not to inspect the house before we ate. She was uncharacteristically matriarchal.

At the time, I was just grateful for a reprieve from her relentless badgering but now that I write this out, I wonder if something is wrong with her.

I’m sure it’s fine.

So, I called my sister last week. My intention was actually to invite her to Christmas dinner but she declined. Apparently, she’s settled into a job and found an apartment with two other girls she met through her parole officer; she’s even met a boy. I say boy because he’s 15 years younger than her. I have nothing against two consenting adults doing their thing but I sincerely doubt this boy is mature enough to understand the complex nature of my sister. Maybe they’ll be really good for each other and end up in a loving relationship. Maybe they’ll just have good sex and zero meaningful conversation until it fizzles out. Both are possible. Both are fine. The point is, my sister didn’t come over for Christmas and I was fine with it.

It was a nice day.

And at the end of the day, isn’t that what Christmas is all about. Just having a good time?

As always, dear readers,

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Wednesday 20 December 2017

Your Mid-Week Update for 12/20/17

Thank god for snow. It just isn't Christmas without snow. I know plenty of places don't have snow for the holidays but I've lived here my entire life and change is not something I'm interested in.

Besides, bodies are much easier to hide in snow piles than gravel. In celebration of mother nature, I thought I'd do a few festive kills to get into the spirit.

Three, in fact. And the following are anecdotes from my week:

Candy canes can be easily whittled down to a sharp point. This is not new information but it is always useful.

Have you ever string someone up with ornament hooks? It takes a lot of work. More than setting up the Christmas tree – which is enough to make you turn to murder.

Inspired by that one novelty song, I ran over someone's grandmother. I assume she was a grandmother. She looked grandmotherly.

Either way I had a lot of fun and really got into the spirit.

I think it's going to be a good Christmas.

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I just got a call from my mother. I've thus far avoided the inevitable obligatory invitation. It's not that I don't love my mother. Well...I've discussed our relationship at length.

We haven't spoken in a few months, actually and it was a polite conversation. I also haven't heard from my sister in a while. Maybe I'll give her a call today. I'm inviting them all to Christmas dinner. I'll clean the house for my father without complaint and harbor all my mother's snarky comments and make it work.

Because that's really the true meaning of Christmas: making it work.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and don’t die because I hate seeing my reader count dwindle without my permission.

And as always, dear readers,


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Wednesday 13 December 2017

Your Mid-Week Update for 12/13/17

I can’t believe I find myself dreaming of snow. It’s been unusually warm this winter and the part of me that hates waking up early to brush off my car in the mornings is very grateful. The part of me that has come to rely on snowbanks, icy roads, and perpetual darkness is not happy at all. It’s been such a challenge this week to find ideal opportunities to kill. I’ve prided myself on being a murderer who can strike any time, any where, any way, but I rely heavily on outside factors. When the mood strikes me, I need to be able to hide a body. If I can’t control at least all of the factors, I’m not happy. I know, I know, I need to learn how to go with the flow – and in a lot of ways I do – but frankly, my line of work is very reliant on over preparedness. I can only improvise this much because I’ve put in the work beforehand so when unforeseen factors – like no snow in DECEMBER – put a wrench in my routine, I get a little irritable.

It could also be the holiday season that’s getting me down. I hear that’s a thing that normal people go through. I know I’m not technically a sociopath but I sometimes feel like I don’t understand human emotion to the point of calling them “normal”. For all I know, this is the December blues and has nothing to do with my lack of control over the weather.

Or maybe I’m upset that the police found one of my bodies within the hour rather than a few days from now as is tradition this time of year. Seriously, it is the middle of December; where is the snow?

As always, dear readers,


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Wednesday 6 December 2017

Your Mid-Week Update for 12/06/17

And suddenly it’s Christmas; I’ve done no shopping, the house is a mess and my mother has left three messages this week. November went by so quickly. I don’t understand how time moves differently throughout the year. I know I shouldn’t complain about “oh, where has the time gone?” Especially at my age – the age of too many mobile games and watching Bad Moms for the “cutie”s. Although to be fair, Justin Hartley is very attractive.


Sorry, I got distracted by his IMDB page. What a wonderful world we live in; random information at your fingertips.

For example: 76% of all serial killers in the 20th Century operated out of the United States. The FBI estimates that there are 25-50 serial killers operating at any given time. That is so clearly a shot in the dark for them. They know that there are so many deaths and disappearances that go undocumented or unattributed every year. That’s the problem with 7 billion people in the world: it’s impossible to keep track of them all. Movies would have me believe that the government is trying – and succeeding – at knowing who and where everyone is but that’s just not true. I mean, they’ve got to have their heads too far up their own asses to properly keep track of what they had for breakfast.

That’s not a slight against our current political climate, mind you; I just don’t believe I’ve ever seen a truly competent government system. One that actually works together to achieve the collective interests of the people. It’s also impossible to

Nope. No. I will not turn this blog into political commentary. It’s polarizing, boring, and I don’t have nearly enough information to form an opinion. Now murder; I know all about murder. I can talk all day about murder.

That’s why I have this blog.

I recognize that I’ve been lax in my murder sprees lately – or at least in my description of them. I thought you guys might be getting too bored of the same thing week after week so I started telling you more about my drama than my kills. That wasn’t the right way to go. It’s time to go back to the original intention of this blog: bragging about all the people I’ve killed behind the anonymity of the internet.


Unfortunately I haven’t killed anyone this week.

Maybe this wasn’t the week for this kind of change.

Or maybe it was…

Probably wasn’t.

As always, dear readers,


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