A shred of decency 2002-11-25

I'm not a bastard. I'm not an asshole. But I love a good practical joke probably more than the next guy. My family is a big group of practical jokers.

Don't ask for butter from my family unless you're prepared to have a stick of butter shoved onto your thumb.

So at first, I thought it would be hilarious. But I'm not a bastard. I swear. So I changed my mind.

Oh yeah, my orignal post today was going to be:

So, I killed my girlfriend today. I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to feel about it, but I just kind of feel numb. Nothing at all like Raskolnikov. Perhaps he chose the wrong person to kill. Maybe to prove he was an extraordinary person he had to kill someone who society considered useful, rather than someone who was a boil on society's underbelly. I kind of feel like I should tell somebody, so here... But maybe that proves I'm not an extraordinary person. Raskolnikov was an asshole.