Deadjournal
This is a blog from a serial killer on a mission from hell

I was pretty tired yesterday and I felt disconnected when I couldn’t log into my account on Myspace. I even drove into town at 2 am to try again. I can’t believe how hooked I am. Even with a living, breathing toy at home I still had to check my apps and messages. I miss Fiona’s comments. I was striking up a conversation with a hot little freak from Australia just before they blocked me. I was hoping to meet her when I took a little business trip I had scheduled recently. One girl said she wanted to have my baby. A little Zom-b baby. I wanted to finish that conversation, too. What fun. How I love the internet.

I have always stayed to myself, having only brief interactions with people unless they caught my attention and end up in my basement. Internet chatrooms gave me a chance to meet the girls that were hoping to end up noticed, no matter what the cost, but I was still alone. I didn’t connect to the other chatters, I didn’t open up. But with this whole online community thing it’s almost like I can be myself and still feel accepted. Almost as if I had friends. I might even thing about changing my ways. Turning over a new leaf, so to speak. Being good to people instead of killing them.

Hahahah. Yeah. Fuck that. I was just messing with you.

The girl won’t eat and I still have a few days left in me before I get bored, so I am off to get a turkey baster and some Slimfast. And maybe the new Dresdin Dolls cd. I wish I was the one who killed Amanda Palmer. It may take some time getting the nourishment down her throat, and I rested up last night so I can break out the nice German cutlery I enjoy using so much. If she doesnt eat, she will spend the whole time passed out and be dead by morning, which would be no fun at all.

Time to get back to my pet. I will be sure to let you know when I am done.