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.
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.
posted by Hamish at
7:24 PM
2 Comments:
>I need a project and I need one now.
I would offer suggestions, but you would probably just erase them, Total Recall-like, from your memory. Heh.
>How many wolves must die?
27.
How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?
The answer, my friend, is 68.5 (note: average figure; your mileage may vary).
>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.
That is freaking awesome. I can smell the awesome.
I can smell it from here and the windows are closed.
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