She picked up her mug and headbanged to the delighted tune of Irish rock.

 ”She’s quite the feisty one.”

Spin, Twirl, Curl!?

She raised her glass, and poured till the bottom hit the floor.

“Must be her childhood at fault.”

Who says rules need be followed!?

She felt her feet hop and her heart stop, like key to a lock.

“Wonder if she ever puts the book down to breathe.”

Inconsistency can scream infancy!?

She wore her boots tight, and her ankles light.

“You think she’s gonna fight?”

Can nation scream rebellion against heavenly skys!?

She spoke little, but her eyes bewildered.

“I suppose she could be right.”

The rabbit is timely!?

In an ironic chuckle, she is reminded subtly of what line of work she is in.

She puts out her cigarette in the pot of flowers on the windowsill, no flower ever died of a tobacco overdose now did it.

The silver lines on her knives screamed of impatience as she checked their positioning once more.

The black handle on her scalpel ran lightly through her fingers, much like a small child running through a field of tall grass, only lightly touching the tips.

The white walls of this apartment made Lust consider redecoration. Blood red was, of course, her definite preference. 

At not a moments notice, the creak of the apartment door made its way to Lusts ear.

Quick to react, a gun was pulled from the holster on her waist and directed towards the chest of this poor soul.

If only she could pause that moment to bring herself inches away from this persons face.

To see the pupils dilate and the face muscles contract of fear.

Fear had never been portrayed so beautifully.

She could even see the detailed drops of perspiration flow down the plastically enhanced cheeks of perfection.

This broad had been the typical definition of beautiful, fake acrylic decorations on fingers, false extensions of hair intertwined with bleach blonde assets, and silicone under the skin of both her lips, and breasts.

“Your boy toy is laying dead in the bedroom, if you take my instruction, you may not end up like him.”

Much like a naive little girl, the victims eyes poured with desire of mercy, but Lust was in no such state of mind, her grip on the gun loosened knowing that she had reeled in the bait. 

“You will count your each step and walk into the kitchen. I will follow you simultaneously after which you will lay yourself on the kitchen counter with your lower back laying over the sink.”

As the young woman stepped nervously to the kitchen, Lust grabbed the K-24 Fanno hand saw and watched from the corner of her eye as the bimbo climbed atop the counter.

A knife was placed next to the area in order to be put at the neck of the victim which in turn was forced to take 400 mg of diphenhydramine and became induced in a trance of anesthesia and sleep prone symptoms.

This allowed Lust to work without having to restrain the victim, besides, she always enjoyed a bit of a struggle.

With the same knife, Lust slit the victims vocal cords and was no longer annoyed by the high-pitched yelps the wench made.

At this moment in time, Lust decided to serve her lunch and continue the fun afterwards, yogurt is best served at room temperature anyway.

- I’ve never really understood the concept of being able to go out in public in a bathing suit, but if you walk out in a bra and underwear, it is frowned upon.

- You know that moment when somebody is talking to you, but you just feel like saying:
“Yeah, honestly, I don’t give a fuck about what you’re telling me.”
I refrain from those moments 90% of the time.

- Cake has never tasted better at 1:02 in the morning.
I hope my trainer gets clogged arteries.

- Humans are attention seeking whores. The mere existence of bumper stickers is inexplicable proof of my indignation.

- Waffles. Waffles are good. I eat them every 8-10 months.

- When asked about how Didi from Dexter’s Laboratory managed to be Dexter’s sister although they were not alike, I answered:
“Didi was a crack whore at the age of 5 and was taken in by crazy yellow gloves lady, otherwise known as Dexter’s mother, afterwards realizing that crack whores could be reformed, she disciplined her son dexter into contemplating a solution to world famine. The end.”

- Today, I saw a crustaceous shrimp in an aquarium. I automatically  imagined him in a tuxedo and thought his name should be Francois. The things creativity can do to a person.

- A typical declaration made by me in conversations will now commence:
“So anyway, this Charles Manson man brainwashed his women by giving them LCD.”
LCD? You mean LSD, Diana.
Uh Yes.
LSD, I mean. 

- In a mine field, I would like to play hide and seek. Go out with a boom, aye?

- Whatever happened to A/S/L? Did a twitter bird come to its home and murder it profusely with an axe of mass proportions?

- So if two people meet on Myspace, is their offspring stamped with a
“Made In Myspace” emblem?
I cannot help but wonder.

- Dust settles on an object, right after you wipe it off.
Does that mean that during the course of our sleep cycle we too collect dust?
Is that not a bit eery to imagine?
Our sleeping selves covered in dust as if ages passed and time ceased to exist.
Good lord, I need a yogurt. 

- Till another time, my petunia poppies. 

“Are you some fucking nut job?”

“Nut job? No…I just like watching others drive me around. You are going to drive me the rest of the way to Vegas, and no funny stuff yes? Because I wouldn’t want to piss me off. I can count the capillaries under your skin if you’d like. Understood?”

“And after we get there? What happens to me?”

“Nothing. You drive, do your duty for me, and it ends.”

A hesitant approval synchronized with the click of a lighter and the smoke escapes between her lips.

“What do you think of this country?”

“What do I think of this country? I think its full of whacks like yourself miss.”

“Maybe you aren’t as dumb as I thought.”

“How so?”

“You seem to be realistic at least.”

“And what if I am like this because of all the other “normal” people here? What if the sheer pressure of society bearing on me to be normal has subsided me into being completely “whack” as you describe it?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Indeed, you would not.”

She checks her watch, been a while since she last slept, but the three coffees and vodka did its duties, about 40 minutes away she decides to read the newspaper, perhaps a place where she will go unnoticed will do for now.

The color of her hair will also need to be rendered to a light blonde perhaps, to change the general appearance and disguise the identity.

She turns her head towards him, his behavioral signs do not tell of anxiety, fear, or any of these expected signs.

The light of the moon hits his lips, showing a profile she just now admires.

She bites her bottom lip.

Lust?

Desire?

Maybe she will not discard him as quickly as she thought.

Just maybe.

- I have come to the complete conclusion that laziness is a hinderance when you attempt to live an organized life.

- When folding clothes, I fade away into this completely strange world.

- I may have just found myself intimidated by a teddy bear, it was quite fierce.

- I would just adore, nothing.

- If I ever become annoying and old, please proceed to shoot me.

- I have figured out how to loose weight, just gain confidence.

- I hate hating everything. Is that not a tad bit of a paradox?

- Drinking water is like brushing your teeth, you know it is good for you, but you
can’t help despising it.

- Out of all the knowledge I have in my brain, half of it is most likely useless. The itsy bitsy what?

-  I wish I were normal, but I cannot talk my arrogant personality into believing it.

- Yes ma’am, I am listening to what you are saying, it is just being sent to the “I could care less” section of my commercially inflated excuse for a brain.

- I am not really a cat person, but lately, I have grown quite fond of them, and the even more interesting thing is I have not seen a cat in like three weeks. 

- I think god is a very devious entity, why else would we have spots on our body that can itch, but we cannot scratch them?

- Why do I use little hearts online but when doodling I do not? What is wrong with you Diana? What is wrong!?

- I have rented so many DVD’s from the library, one would think it is ridiculous.

- Yellow or dark blue t-shirt? Yellow, I suppose it fits my mood. I feel yellow. Yes, yellow.

- When pondering, I tend to lean my head sideways, but it always happens involuntarily.

- I have just imagined myself in a tribe in New Guinea. Does that even exist anymore?

- It smells like sheep in here, in where? In heaven.

- If men urinate standing up, why don’t other male animals do the same? Or is the graceful leg raising done by dogs an attempt to do so?

- My hands are so dry, I could lie.

- Dude, like so tubular dude, its like uber duper super cool. (And then I smirked.)

Till next time, hombres.