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January 29, 2003
Death Becomes Me
Was in the laundry room sorting out my laundry when I saw a huge, mega-spider crawling by the sink. I picked up a tissue lying in the trashcan and killed it.
Killed it. I've never done anything quite like that. I didn't squeal, scream or make any noise.
I didn't feel anything.
Didn't feel guilty, didn't feel grossed out. Didn't feel nothing.
It's either the lack of sleep that has rendered me powerless against my common fears. Or I just don't care anymore.
And yes, killing does provide a keen sense of thrill, and achievement.
I killed a spider. Whoopee.
Grandpa would be disgusted if he'd known.
Posted by lainey at January 29, 2003 06:48 PM