This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

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Saturday, December 18, 2004

Well, well well, right now i have a gun to my head and am being forced to type this. I cant really type under presure, but i will try.
So i am being forced to write about her, i would have done it with out the gun to my head, but she is just using for insurance.



Now she is getting the rope out and is threating to time me up and leave me here to rot, if i dont type faster. About a week ago, i recieved a random email from her, asking me if my site was all lies, i explained that it is all true to a degree. She seemed super intelegent, well spoken and beautiful. I dont understand why she would want to get mixed up with a guy like me.



We both suffer from insomnia so we talked all night on msn, i made the mistake of telling her my hotel room number. Cause when i woke up this morning she was hovering over me telling me to 'wake up', i was scared shitless. How the fuck did she get in here i thought? Why the hell would she come here? Then it all became crystal as she pulled out her 22 and told me to get outta bed. "but im naked" i said
"does it look like i care" she responded. So now i sit here nakid typing out my little story of today. Im starting to get scared she seems unstable, and is starting to drink directly from the texas mickey of belvedere that we had on ice for tonights party.



I dont know what is going to happen next but now she is handcuffing me and making me turn off the computer. I have to publish this first i explain. "yeah you better" she says "it will probably be the last thing you write."

goodbye all.

killed softly at 12/18/2004 04:15:00 PM
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