Hmm... did i ever expect anyone to read my lame ass blog? No. that's why i wrote the fucking thing to begin with. i never thought that people really took the time out and read the damn things. (if this motherfucker doesn't stop talking to me, i am going to lose my train of thought. wait...wait....almost...ok) so anyways, I'm in the shower thinking about this whole thing...
doesn't anyone take the time to put it all together? you're at your computer. life is going well, so why not write about it? some people put their deepest thoughts in their blogs. what they are doing, where they are going and all of the other small shit that adds up. it adds up to the fact that some fucking nut out there is actually reading about their lives and putting all the clues together. then one day his admiration becomes obsession and they end up at the place that was described in some innocent little blog, locate the person that wrote about it (which is easy cause everyone has a million pictures of themselves on their pages), and start to stalk the person.
that very day, the person who wrote the blog to begin with is in her shower thinking about the blog that she wrote and she wonders if anyone reads them. in stalks some madman out of nowhere and he slits her fucking throat. the blood is washed away and goes down the drain. then he spends two days cutting her up and putting her down the disposal in her kitchen. when that's all done, he sits down at her computer posing as his victim, and types away a blog about how people never read blogs, or at least he never thought so.
