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To Those in the Know
Mar. 31st, 2008 07:36 pmFor fuck's sake.
I went to buy Deirdre her orange ice cream (she's a demon, her weird tastes can be excused!) and these giggling little girls took my picture on their mobile phones and ran away and I swear I heard the name 'Bigglesby'. I am not amused. When the fuck did I get so interesting?
Oh right. When I strangled Mr Cripple. Well you know what, he's a fucking Cunthead and he deserves worse, alright!
I know I have nothing to complain about, and it's nothing like being followed around by cameras all the time, and I know I'll never have that anyway, I'm just today's news. But I actually think about this stuff now. Like...okay those girls recognised me from the trash magazines. And tonight Mary wants to take me out, and what if someone recognises me then, and it goes all over the papers tomorrow that Spectre's boyfriend is cheating on him (haha right)? I shouldn't have to think about that shit! It's pathetic! In a month, no one is going to care. But they do right now. And the last thing I want to do is start some other disgusting, libelous scandal and drag my Spectre further through the mud.
I'm just...I'm a monk, okay, I wasn't meant for this bullshit.
I went to buy Deirdre her orange ice cream (she's a demon, her weird tastes can be excused!) and these giggling little girls took my picture on their mobile phones and ran away and I swear I heard the name 'Bigglesby'. I am not amused. When the fuck did I get so interesting?
Oh right. When I strangled Mr Cripple. Well you know what, he's a fucking Cunthead and he deserves worse, alright!
I know I have nothing to complain about, and it's nothing like being followed around by cameras all the time, and I know I'll never have that anyway, I'm just today's news. But I actually think about this stuff now. Like...okay those girls recognised me from the trash magazines. And tonight Mary wants to take me out, and what if someone recognises me then, and it goes all over the papers tomorrow that Spectre's boyfriend is cheating on him (haha right)? I shouldn't have to think about that shit! It's pathetic! In a month, no one is going to care. But they do right now. And the last thing I want to do is start some other disgusting, libelous scandal and drag my Spectre further through the mud.
I'm just...I'm a monk, okay, I wasn't meant for this bullshit.
