October 19, 2011

delivered to evil

dear back into the wild diary,

as i sit here thinking about things i have thought about before, i realize i might be hungry again. there's only one way to find out. the best kind of food to eat this late at night is the kind you can forget about. watching the news tonight i freaked out. i've been keeping a parishioner in my basement for many years. having no idea this was a crime, i've been freely writing about this on my blog the whole time. i guess i will have to let the fucker go now. the gig is up. i wonder where he will go.