I read every single wikipedia page about female serial killers. There were some doooozies. I guess the ladies like arsenic best for the killing. Does the job. Gets the job done. And how.
I don't think this fleeting fascination is indicative of anything. But they always say that.
I've been playing Civilization IV again. A Lot.
I'm reading a good book. That's why I started reading about female serial killers. It is called Devil in the White City and it is about H.H. Holmes and the Chicago World's Fair and other things. I recommend it.
Easter was Eastery.
Jesus rose from the dead.
My brother's birthday is the day after tomorrow and Marigold's is tomorrow. I haven't done anything for either of them.
My parent's neighbor Wayne Fiorucci died. Unexpectedly and too young. They went to his funeral this morning.
My grandma's knee is blown up like a melon and she has to have all sorts of medical things done to her. But she still doesn't have diabetes so I'm not quite sure what she has, truly, to complain about so much. Jesus.
I am cold and distant.
March 26, 2008
My life and times have been totally butchered and poisoned with arsenic by old-timey serial killers, including women.
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i want to read that HH Holmes book! I had never heard of him until a couple months ago. Even if only half of the stuff he is alleged to have done is true, that is one scary mo-fo. THere's some netflix documentary about him too - forget the name.
Based on that mugshot of him on Wikipedia - he could be played by one of the following actors if they ever do a horror movie about him -
A. Ryan Gosling
B. Ben Foster
C. Heath Ledger
I am warm and close.
Heath Ledger would be fantastic. I'll keep my finger's crossed for that one.
Tuney is cold and poopy.
I am hotty and snotty.
Dear World,
What?
Your Servant,
Samantha Rodriguez.
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