Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus

 

Week 55 – an irony most won’t catch

 

(1/21/05, midnight) Ah, great unholy cheese monkeys, I can’t remember whether L’s birthday is one or two days after V-day. Speaking of birthdays, it’s only one week until J’s birthday. Did you know that April is the month in which more suicides are committed? Not the winter holidays like many people believe. (1/21/05, nearly 24 hrs later) Okay, through an accident with my wallet falling out of my pocket on the bus today, my family now knows about R, sort of. They know that I keep some girl’s picture in my wallet, and that she knows the pictures are there (fuck K for making them ask stuff like that, goddamned bitch).

 

You know, it’s kinda funny that could get to be so close a friend as she was (and still is) without my parents knowing who she is, but hey, I guess stuff like that just kinda happens, y’know? I mean, Hell, they’ve never heard me mention B or C before either, and even the other Letters only when pretty much forced to.

 

(1/23/05) I remember back when I did this column because I had stuff to say, and not because I got paid. I mean, I had a legitimate reason to start rambling in this one, ‘cuz she had no right to be going thorough my stuff, but still, it’s nothing like Deliverance, which I’d still say is the best episode of the whole column, though Crumpled Sketches comes in a very close second, but I guess I just kinda ran out of stuff to say after the first paragraph of this one.

 

Oh, sounds like C might be going away to the sanitarium (or the BUG HOUSE for those of you who’ve read The Shining) if she doesn’t stop being so depressed. I wish I had French fries right now, oh, man that would be so good, especially if they had some salt on them. (1/24/05, by 15 minutes) Guess I’ll just kinda wrap it up here, got caught up watching TV and working on the possibility of a Resident Evil campaign (got 12 squad roles, I was really hoping for 15).

 

Well, this is Orpheus, signing off for Week 55. Please send things for me to rant aimlessly about to [email protected]