Dear Die-Ary #3 - Voice - Johnny C.

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

[Well, Johnny is in a peppy mood today. Or as peppy as he can be. So he'll actually bother to use the voice function on the device today.]

You know, all things considered, this town isn't as bad as the one I left. Don't get me wrong, from I shithole I came and apparently in a shithole I remain, but at least the feces and waste that is mankind isn't piled as high in this place. A guy bumped into me on the street and actually asked if I was okay. It was nice. So I did what any grateful person would and followed him home but only left a dead cat in his mailbox. I thought about throwing it in the treehouse he had for his kids, but I saw a couple squirrels in the backyard and I was afraid they'd see. Works just as well, I think. I mean he's either going to find the cat soon, or have just the most awkward goddamn conversation with his mailman.

Oh yeah. Considering a trend I've noticed, got a question for you people:

So. Who else here is actually dead?

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[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter if you did or didn't mean to, all that matters is that you understand where fault lies.




Seriously also I've been meaning to ask. How do you get your hair the way you do?

[croibhristeoir]

It's naturally like this, actually. Does it seem strange?

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

A bit yeah. I dunno. It's like you have the world's weirdest goddamn bedhead but it somehow looks right.

[croibhristeoir]

Thanks, I suppose. I'm sure I could always hear something worse.