Day Five: Hair of the Dog
So, for the last weekend, I've apparently forgotten to turn my brain off when I'm talking. Or is it the other way around? Either way, anything on my mind came spilling out like the Exxon Valdez. Only, you know, no oil covered ducks and drunk guy at the helm. Whatever, not important. What is important is that--fuck, what was I typing about again. Oh right! I remember now. The dead girl who isn't dead, just resting at home and not here. Yeah, see, it turns out that whole bit? That was a curse, too. Apparently, these curses are not to be fucked with. Wait, did I just end that on a proposition? Preposition? One of those two words. Oh well, it's not like anyone gives a fuck about grammar.
Okay, there was a guy the other day who looks like Doogie Howser, only older and with really lame goggles. If he's still around, and I think his name is Dr. Horrible, which really should be changed---anyway, if you're still around, I just want you to know that...it was a misunderstanding. I won't fight you, it's totally cool now, it was just a curse, and I owe you a drink, or something like that.
Oh, and thanks to you kind folks who helped me figure out this curse nonsense. Seriously, I'd be totally still investigating this nonexistent murder like the Kennedy Assassination if you guys didn't stop me. Problem is I like that part of the job. I mean, it's not like I wish all you guys would get murdered or have cheating boyfriends, but I think I'm inspired. Sort of.
Okay, there was a guy the other day who looks like Doogie Howser, only older and with really lame goggles. If he's still around, and I think his name is Dr. Horrible, which really should be changed---anyway, if you're still around, I just want you to know that...it was a misunderstanding. I won't fight you, it's totally cool now, it was just a curse, and I owe you a drink, or something like that.
Oh, and thanks to you kind folks who helped me figure out this curse nonsense. Seriously, I'd be totally still investigating this nonexistent murder like the Kennedy Assassination if you guys didn't stop me. Problem is I like that part of the job. I mean, it's not like I wish all you guys would get murdered or have cheating boyfriends, but I think I'm inspired. Sort of.