So. Chapel (Chappel? Chapelle?) is dead.
What's-her-name-Tony's-wife is going to die.
It's damn...painful to watch, this show.
Every few years, thousands die in one killing spree bloodfest initiated by God. One day of carnage and death.
And oh God, does it scare me. A good kind of scare, perhaps.
I don't ever WANT to die. That's the problem.
It would be easier if I could believe in God.
My problem? I really do WANT to believe in Heaven, Hell, all that jazz...but at the end of the day when I go to sleep, I feel that I don't really believe.
I'll look back on these moments with pain someday, if religion is right.
Um. On a lighter note,
mahoganyxskies has made the Perfect Icon. Hilarious and damn RIGHT for me because hell, it's essence of me.
Check it out.