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From Hamish

Story Time

I got a card.


It was from Teigan.


I had a grilled cheese sandwich.


THE END.

The Ghost of Corporate Future

A man walks out of his apartment, it is raining, he's got no umbrella. He starts running beneath the awnings, trying to save his suit, trying to dry but no good.

When he gets to the crowded subway platform, he takes off both of his shoes. He steps right into somebody's fat loogie and everyone who sees him says, "Ew."

But he doesn't care, 'cause last night he got a visit from the Ghost of Corporate Future. The ghost said, "Take off both your shoes whatever chances you get, especially when they're wet."

He also said, "Imagine you go away on a business trip one day and when you come back home your children have grown and you never made your wife moan"

"And people make you nervous. You'd think the world is ending, and everybody's features have somehow started blending. And everything is plastic, and everyone's sarcastic, and all your food is frozen, it needs to be defrosted."

"You'd think the world was ending right now."

"Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee, and never ever watch the ten o'clock news, maybe you should kiss someone nice, or lick a rock, Or both."

"Maybe you should cut your own hair 'cause that can be so funny. It doesn't cost any money and it always grows back. Hair grows even after you're dead"

"And people are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous. The world is everlasting, It's coming and it's going. If you don't toss your plastic, the streets won't be so plastic. And if you kiss somebody, then both of you'll get practice."

"The world is everlasting . Put dirtballs in your pocket. And take off both your shoes. 'Cause people are just people. People are just people like you.

The world is everlasting. It's coming and it's going.

Confessions Of A Dying Drama Queen

I need a project and I need one now.

But that's going to be easier said than done.

Blogging, I imagine, is very much like smoking. In that one day you just stop and you don't do it any more otherwise you get terribly addicted and write about the very dregs of your life. I hope you get comments. After stopping, you either go back to it and realise you missed it or you go back to it and feel very sick.

I like to write but I've run out of words.

How many wolves must die?

My hair looked funny on that video.

Anyway, yesterday in The Murderers I remember saying something like "six degrees of seperation." The Murderers is a weird name for a pub but whatever, I live near a place called Ghost Hill. It's a school for 4 to 7 year olds who apparently aren't freaked out by the name.

Anyway, none of that was important appart from the six degrees of seperation. I came up with a wicked idea to make a website where people can plot their chains of seperation but it turns out some 'smarter folk' already thought of it. Here. Eva Valles from Palma de Mallorca - Spain, consider yourself hunted!

Okay so there's a murderer in our midst and I'm not talking about me or the pub or anything like that but a proper Hooker Stalker seriel killer a la Zodiac but with less cryptic clues. I'll be honest, I haven't been following the case. But I noticed the book store newspapers said that the "Net is closing for killer" which took me a while to decode into Hamish language. (they're closing in on him). But anyway, while trying to find information about the case I realised that there wasn't any. The names of the victims have been released but that's about all. I smell me a conspiracy.

My friend said it would be cool if it was a Jack The Ripper copycat. Oh come on, you know what he meant.

Do you guys remember Spring Heeled Jack? If you don't, don't look up the story, I'm going to tell it to you one day.