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February 25, 2005

My chick's crazy. She went out with her chick friends to some fucking seance shit and called up the ghost of Christmas past and is now all freaked out about all kinds of shit. She won't be alone in my crib because it's too scary. Her roommate's all bent because she won't sleep over there unless roommate is home all night. So, if rommate sleeps at her boyfriend's house she has to call my chick and let her know so we can all synchronize our watches and make sure someone's with my chick at all times.

I knew she was crazy when I met her. That's one of the reasons I asked her out. People were talking shit to her and she was just spitting back the lines. I loved it. I don't like this. I don't like that she's scared. I don't like it that she's too scared to tell me what the fuck happened. All the girls did it, whatever the fuck it was and now they're all sketch and saying it's better we don't know what happened so "HE" won't be mad at us, too. I don't know who "HE" is supposed to be. Someone special that they think they've pissed off. I'm assuming it's the prince of darkness. No, not Ozzy. The devil. Satan. Yeah, that guy.

I told her there was no devil and that satan was a myth. She said she knew that already. So, why is she still scared?

I don't know but I bought her a night light with an angel on it. It made her cry. I'll be totally buck honest. I don't know what the fuck her problem is and I don't know how to make it better. I don't believe in shit you can't kill. If I can't shoot it dead, I don't even want to know about it. I don't want to hear about angels or demons or gods or devils or aliens or elementals. Not buying it. The thing that frightens me is the meth head, the bigot, the zealot, the criminally insane, the true believer, the coming plague, the Bush Administration, US Foreign policy, the cop on the beat, the fools who believe the lies they tell us, the fat dumb and happy.

I don't like this shit. I want the chicks to knock this shit off right now.


The Shadow knows 7:04 PM
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