ShagmoorLounge

March 01, 2005

Just got back from a midnight run to the scrap yards. I love this fucked up city. We got a hood from an old DeSoto. I'm so fucking thrilled. We dumped it in the back and I went inside to get the Naval Jelly out and get started. By the time I got back outside three ghetto rats were already inside the hood pretending it was a battle ship. I have no idea where they live (nowhere?) or why they aren't in school (because it's lame?). I gave them five bucks and told them to go buy popsicles and to my extreme amazement they came back with one for me. They bought me the single grape and bought themselves bombers. I told them to beat it. Maybe they'll go bug JJ now.

So now I sat down to make myself comfortable and start my design for the big secret project and I check my mail and some cunt who thinks she's more man than me had nothing better to do than write and tell me so. Interesting. She doesn't think I should have beat up a homeless person. Maybe she thinks they are all saints and that the homeless guy was an angel from the lord in disguise like on some lame fucking prime time sharing and caring bullshit show. I wonder if she's ever really interacted with someone like that in a real situation. You know where the guy stinks so bad he brings tears to your eyes and his breath is so rancid your lungs nearly sieze. I wonder if she's ever been spit on by anyone. Daddy maybe? Boyfriend? Did she just lay there and take it? Did she whimper and ask them to please stop? She probably thinks all homeless people are harmless, saintly folk who've run down on their luck but stand by high morals and have innocent little crushes on the sweet do-gooder chicks who volunteer at the soup kitchen. Wow. What a nice little world she must live in. She says she's bored with me and my life and called my friends bitches. She sounds lonely. I blocked her email. I think she's one of those freakshows who used to write about that asshole from Ohio.

I think my project will turn out pretty cool. The only problem I can think of so far is the lasers. I'm wondering what they do with the grocery store scanners. I'll have to check into that. That could be a way to snag lasers on the cheap.

My chick just got here with the food. I'm not allowed to eat it in my big space anymore because she's been cutting fabric there. She has some kind of raw silk and something else that's like so fragile if you breathe on it she'll break your arm. I have a surprise for her. I talked her design instructor into helping me out with my devious plan. It should be amusing. I was amazed that my chick went for it so easily. She must like me or something.

The Shadow knows 4:27 PM
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