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My Nemesis, Part 1.

On Saturday the 8th of March, I acquired a nemesis.

I don't know her name. She told me it, but I forgot, and I do not wish to ask again. At any rate, I have named her: Nemesis. The name takes on a decidedly feminine flavour now that I can hang it on a body. The body, in this situation, belongs to a young woman of average height, brown and blonde hair, and designer clothes.

My Nemesis has apparently decided on what kind of individual i am without speaking to me. This appears to not be a very pleasant image, though by all accounts it is much more exciting than the life I usually lead, which has left me feeling somewhat confused, because I've always thought that drowning kittens in a bag would be a fine way to spend my Friday night, but thought it was socially unacceptable.

I first became aware of this image one week ago, when I was informed that disliking the Rice Crisp Chips were unacceptable. Apparently, not finding enjoyment in a water cracker flavoured with salt and vinegar implies that you (or in this case, I) enjoy slaughtering babies and burning of puppies. My Nemesis, with a cheerful, Revlon smile, informed me that she now had, "An entire image of what your life is like. It's like there, right there."

Afterwards, I went and purchased a large knife, and began scarring myself.

When I see my Nemesis next, I am going to tell her about the dreams I have, where I am stuffing cottons buds soaked with cocaine into the mouths of disabled children. I will make sure to carry a bag of cotton buds with me.

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(Anonymous)
Mar. 10th, 2003 01:50 pm (UTC)
Sick dude
Considering you have labelled this part 1 I can only guess you intend to milk this one for all its worth. Hell why not! We need to have excitement in our live, even if that involves large knives and narcotics.
People need to test the boundaries more often - obviously she's testing yours. Ah yes I remember when I scared the shit out of this whiney stuck up girl - lack of a better word and well she could not reach adulthood if she tried. Scaring, yeah did I scared her or what? Knives are very effective tools... so up with pushing those boundaries.
(Anonymous)
Mar. 11th, 2003 02:27 am (UTC)
Re: Sick dude
Knives are nice.

Knives are pretty.

I like a pretty knife with a nice complexion.
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