Thank god for snow – it always lightens my mood. It’s finally snowed which means I can go back to burying body parts and letting people die of exposure so they just become another statistic. The familiarity has been so soothing which is sorely needed after the last few days.
It’s not even problems
at home or problems with my feelings around murder. It’s my fucking job.
Carrie went on
maternity leave and now we’re all swamped but we’re not allowed to work overtime
because they’re worried about being overbudget.
WHAT BUDGET?! We’re
a fucking bank!
Anyways, my hours
have stayed the same but my work has doubled so I am just perpetually
exhausted.
Not too exhausted
to decapitate a woman with a fishing wire on my way home yesterday. Do you know
how much force you need to decapitate a person with a fishing wire? And it wasn’t
really a decapitation, I guess. I couldn’t quite get through the bone but the
head eventually fell off when I pulled so I think it counts.
And no, you’re not
allowed to picture me digging my boot heel into someone’s back while I pull
their head off. It was embarrassing enough to live through the first time.
The point is: nothing
has been resolved and if anything, I’m more tired than ever. But I did build a
snowman out of body parts and left it outside the police station so it’s about
finding things you love and things that relax you amidst the chaos of the
world.
‘Cause that shit ain’t
changing.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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