Not very work friendly.

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Let it be known that I am neither a good friend, nor a good person; I tend to distance myself when I’m depressed, which is often, sometimes a couple of months strung together. Then, after the storm has passed and I feel my mind going back to what it should be, I try to reestablish contact, but that doesn’t always work. I don’t blame them; it’s my fault anyway.

On a totally unrelated note, I bought a box of 24 Crayola® Colored Pencils.

“Well good news, now all your friends can get a box of TAKE 5® candy bars to Bzz for themselves. Your friends who register to become a BzzAgent through the special website -- www.bzzagent.com/take5 -- will be invited to be part of an all new TAKE 5® TASTE AND BELIEVE™ BzzBlast! And who knows, perhaps they'll share a couple TAKE 5® candy bars with you for telling them all about the greatest candy bar ever.”

There are still quite a few job vacancies in the surrounding area and no one’s contacted me. I’m amazed, really, because I don’t know what to do and things just don’t add up.

I’m going to shoot a movie one day, I don’t expect it to be a huge success, but there’ll be a whole lot of nakedness in it.

Seeing as how so many Hollywood movie titles have been spoofed, I’m surprised no one made a gay porno called “Crouching Ass, Hidden Dick.”

I am suffering from an extreme case of boredom.

I applied for another job opening at Montefiore, this time it was for Research Data Entry. According to website, the “position is available immediately.”

I’ve been eating an awful lot lately and I’m having trouble sleeping too, maybe the two go hand-in-hand. My body seems to be rolling with the punches however; I haven’t gained any weight, though I can probably attribute that to the calories burned through daily masturbation.

I started reading this and before I knew it, I was on page seven.

Dennis Nilsen, 33, met the young man in the pub, late in 1978, and invited him home, to 195 Melrose Avenue in London. They continued to drink and eventually crawled into bed together to sleep. Nilsen woke up at dawn and realized that his new friend was now going to leave. He ran his hand over his bedmate’s body, becoming aroused. His heart pounded and he began to sweat.

He watched the young man sleep and looked over at the pile of clothing they had both discarded. He spotted his tie, so he got out of bed to retrieve it.

“I raised myself and slipped it on under his neck,” Nilsen wrote four years later. “I quickly straddled him and pulled tight for all I was worth. His body came alive immediately. We struggled off the bed onto the floor.”

Nilsen tightened his grip, not about to let go and lose this battle to the death. His victim pushed himself with his feet, with Nilsen on top of him, along the carpet. When he came up against the wall, he lay there and grew limp, giving up. Nilsen relaxed, but realized the man was not yet dead, only unconscious. He ran into the kitchen and filled a plastic bucket full of water in order to drown the man. Nilsen lifted him onto some chairs, draping his head back, and pushed it into the bucket. The man did not struggle, although water splashed all over the carpet.

“After a few minutes,” Nilsen recalled, “the bubbles stopped coming. I lifted him up and sat him on the armchair. The water was dripping from his short, brown curly hair.”

He had just killed a man and did not even recall his name.

Nilsen sat there shaking, barely cognizant of what he had done and what he now faced as a result. He made himself a cup of coffee and smoked several cigarettes, trying to think what to do. His black-and-white dog, Bleep, came in from the garden and sniffed at the corpse in the chair. He ran the dog off and then sat down in shock. He removed the tie from the dead man’s neck and just stared at him. Then he got up, put a towel over the window, and hoisted the corpse onto his shoulders to carry it into the bathroom.

Gently, Nilsen put him into the tub, ran water, and washed the man’s hair. “He was very limp and floppy.” He struggled to get him out of the tub and dry him off. Then he took him back into the other room and put him in the bed. His new friend was not going to leave him now.

He ran his hand over the still-warm flesh, noticing the slight discoloration of his lips and face. He pulled the bedclothes over him and sat on the bed, trying to think.

“It was the beginning of the end of my life as I had known it,” Nilsen wrote. “I had started down the avenue of death and possession of a new kind of flat-mate.”

Rather than being appalled by the sight of a corpse, he thought it quite beautiful. He did not really know why he had killed the young man. He just had not wanted him to leave. He had spent Christmas alone and did not want to do the same for New Year’s. Now he had someone to spend it with.

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There’s an opening for a Research Assistant over at Montefiore Medical Center. I applied, but it irks me that I find out about it through CraigsList and not through them, they have my résumé on file.

Requirements: H.S. degree, BILINGUAL ENGLISH/SPANISH IS MANDATORY.

I own this. Let’s wait and see what happens.

I remember buying these, I may have been ten or twelve years old at the time and I regret not getting more of them. The cover says $1.95 but I remember them being a dollar each or maybe even two for a dollar. There’s absolutely no mention as to who did the artwork or the adaptation, but they, along with some 70 or so other classics, were published by Academic Industries Inc. in West Haven, Connecticut. I should write to them, some of these might still be in print and I’d definitely like a few more.





Which reminds me, I really wish I could draw like that.

Remember a few weeks ago when someone at the post office got their greedy little hands on my TAKE 5® Bzzkit? I told Bzzagent what had happened and sent them a photo; I didn’t ask for another box, I just wanted them to know what my experience was, just in case it was happening to other people. Today we got another box, in perfect condition, and all of the twenty pieces of Take5 goodness were inside.




They did not have to do that.

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I saw an opening for a File Clerk; it’s nearby too, so even if it doesn’t pay well I won’t have to worry about transportation money. Wish me luck. It’s the middle of April and any good my internship may have done will soon go to waste.

If any of you signed up for the FREE box of Nestlé Stixx – it (along with some magnets and info flyer) should be hitting your mailbox pretty soon.

Did anyone here sign up for the TAKE 5® TASTE AND BELIEVE™ BzzBlast? If so, I hope your kit arrives in much better shape than this.

I got my kit with today's mail, and according to the post office, it was “RECEIVED IN DAMAGED CONDITION.“ Only two of the twenty pieces of candy were in the box.





eh, at least I got some free candy.

I was awakened from my slumber at 3:37AM, sounds of laughter, screeching sneakers, pounding high heels and slamming doors permeated the hall as my neighbor and some guests made it back from a birthday party. From the amount of foot traffic and continued door slamming that followed, people seemingly could not decide whether they wanted to be in the apartment or out in the hallway, and at one point, I could have sworn they wanted everyone on this floor up and ready for an after party. Right now, my left eye is bothering me and maybe that has nothing to do with me being up from 3:37AM until almost 4:20AM with the threat of wall vibrating door slamming, but I’m going to blame my neighbor anyway. I was not pleased and I’m safely going to assume that no one else on this floor was thrilled either.

My body is resisting my efforts to exercise today.