Y2 D109

I had a conversation with my buddy early yesterday morning. It seemed like EVERYONE was up early yesterday morning. It was really weird.  I mean I was up, because I was up. Oh and H1 was up because she stayed up all night. Yes, she spent the night on Friday . Problem? Deal with it. This time however I was paying 100% attention to everything. Playing the asshole. Playing the aloof jerk. Ignoring her, walking the speed I wanted to walk, doing what I wanted, etc. Oh and I moved things of value without caring if she noticed or not. Frankly, I hope she DID notice. Show her that while she can share my bed, she can't fuck with me this time. Just fuck me. 

Anyway, I was discussing with my buddy the whole psychopath thing and how neither one of us didn't give a rat's ass that it was 9/11. I mean seriously, unless you had someone die in that tragedy, yes, I will acknowledge it's a tragedy but nothing more, why do I care? If we lived anywhere else, the explosion of building wouldn't be called anything other than TUESDAY. Back to the point. We also talked about how sometimes it's hard to control let's say, urges.

I realized I could kill her and it would probably be a few days, if not longer before anyone would notice she is missing. As long as I updated her Facebook status with some bullshit stuff and replied to the random texts on her phone, no one would know she was dead. Scary, huh? But what's the point? Where's the catharsis if no one knows or cares? It would be no different than running over a squirrel…

SQUIRREL

For the most part we spent the day hanging around the house. Didn't spend any money, watched movies on Netflix. We watched this one with Anne Hathaway called Passengers. I was being nice, but I had it figured out about 15 minutes into it. Yes, Netflix is a bit of a luxury, but for $9 a month to stream as many movies as I want, it's worth it. I am happy just sitting in the house watching movies. Much cheaper than going out and screwing around.

Did have an interesting moment in the afternoon. We were going at it around 5 or so, and after about an hour, she needed me to stop. I broke her. I have never actually broke a woman before. Totally pulled something in her back. Damn, I knew I was good, but not THAT good. Oh yeah.

She then got a call around 7 from someone on another Rocky cast asking if she could fill in doing security tonight. She agreed and wanted me to drive her. I flat out refused. The distance was too far number one and I don't have the gas for it, and number two, I didn't really want to go period. See? I am not the lapdog. I can say no. She called one of the other cast members and they picked her up.

Spent the rest of the night alone watching movies. Ran out to the grocery store for a couple of things. Nothing major, milk, eggs, and cheese. Just some stuff to supplement the food in the house. Then watched Malice in Wonderland and six short films by David Lynch. Now that was some fucked up stuff. Went to bed, she texted at 1:47 saying the show was over but she didn't know how she was getting back. Too bad. See you when you do. Oh, that's right, your computer, clothes, and stuff is here. Oh well. Guess it sits. Yeah, I can be a jerk too.