God damn, mother fucking shit!
It’ll be fine.
It actually doesn’t matter in the long run.
I was just looking forward to killing her.
Mary is dead.
Her boyfriend said it was ruled an accident. Supposedly, she was crossing the street when she was hit by a car – a good place to do it, if you are going to be hit by a car. Sadness makes me joke. They haven’t found the driver but the police said there wasn’t much else they could do.
I just really wanted to kill her, you know? I’d been building up to it for months and then she was gone, just like that. I didn’t even get a chance to stab her or pour acid in her eyes. Not even a little blunt force trauma. It just seems so unfair. I called dibs on killing her and the universe just scoops her up. Rude.
Now I have all this murderous energy and nowhere to direct it except at random people I come across on my way home. I can’t help it, I need a good, dirty kill. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch and it’s been eating at me all day. It just needs to get out of my system and I can go back to my regular kills. Just something ridiculously messy. Like a saw.
Or a lawn mower.
Shit, our lawn mower is broken. I’m calling the repair guy when I get to work. Hopefully he works late hours.
A lawn mower would be really good. Things would get caught in the blades. And it would get everywhere. The back lawn does need some extra help – it’s been such a dry heat lately.
Having a plan does help satiate my needs.
Now it’s just the anticipation. It kind of gets me going.
I might be a little late to work today.
As always dear readers,