NSA gonna mark me for this one. I often consider how big of a crew I would need and how many resources it would require to kill every member of Congress who isn’t acting in the best interest of the American people. Crazy? Yes. Sadistic? Yes.
Rage-quitting my job. Like all-out flipping my boss’ desk over right on top of him. Punching him in the face, calling him a fucking douchenozzle then pissing all over his sports paraphernalia.
That I would make for a perfect serial killer because of how boringly normal I am as a demographic profile.
I constantly want to know the secrets of the 300 active serial killers at large in America at any given moment. I want to know how the best don’t get caught… because there are a lot of people that need killing.
My dad shot himself back in 2008.
Although I didn’t see the aftermath, I sometimes try to picture it for some fucking reason.
”That person’s had sex,” and then I imagine my 60-year-old teacher doing the reverse cowgirl.