This year has almost passed by. A squeezed yellowed paper in my hand is soft and dirty to the touch. I can`t even remember how many times I`ve touched it during the year. You asked me to think about my life. I did. I`ve made a plan and that`s what happened.
Wearing gloves wasn`t as good idea as I planned. I wore them almost every time I was on a deed. I have to admit it`s been more comfortable, cause I didn`t have to wash blood off my hands, and I didn`t left any fingerprints. There were some benefits, no doubt, but I’ve got a real pain in my ass, cause every day I`ve had to laundry those stupid gloves! Every hell day! They`ve been perpetually soaked in blood. Why people are having so much blood? Once I asked some guy: “Excuse me, can you please die not so bloody? Cause I will have to laundry my gloves again” And guess what? He didn`t care! I felt like turning into a laundress: “oh, where is my laundry detergent? Oh no, it`s over! I have to go to the supermarket and buy a new pack. Oh I’ll meet Alice, I am so happy, we’ll chat for a while…” OH, SHUT UP!
Watching news was funny, I have to admit. You know, I`ve had a real fun watching this cat and mouse game with lots of brainless cats trying to catch a mouse which isn`t even in the same state. Especially I supported the fat cat. RUN, SHERIFF MOODY, RUN! Oh God, they all just got me. News is now my favorite comedy show.
Cleaning my apartment was impossible. I`ve been cleaning it once for a half an hour, but it was useless. And boring. I`m out of it. You know, I`ve never been a clean cut. My mess calms me down.
To write Megan every month. See, I`ve done that exactly, cause here is your twelfth letter. But I still don`t have any courage to visit you. Maybe I have to plan that for the coming year?
Your psycho
Billy
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