“ September, 9
                        Just got off work. God, I hate my boss. He’s such an ass. I think he spent all of five minutes working and the rest of the time bitching and complaining. Well, what few people there are here. That’s not the point. The point is…I’m not quite sure but he needs to get laid. That or just smoke a hug friggin joint. He probably looks at porn or tries to find a way to defraud the government of money. He’s the biggest tight ass that I’ve ever met. Sometimes I wonder how such a loser like him has gotten away with being allowed to breath.
                      The day wasn’t all that bad, though. It was slightly misty here in Notchwood this morning. The air was crisp but not cold and the sun was just breaking when I started my run. It was one of those rare mornings when the nocturnal and the daylight worlds meet for a brief period to say hello and catch up on old times. The early birds were chirping and the crickets were chiming in at the same time. The sun was on one horizon and the moon on the other. It was almost a surreal, peaceful morning. I regretted ending my run and having to get ready for work. It broke my heart to leave the peace and tranquility that I had just experienced and return to the slave pits. That’s the way life goes, I guess, one up for one down. Constantly keeping things in balance. Still, though…it’s not fair.
                        One should be able to have more good in one’s life. I have never understood why the goodly people keep getting crapped on while the vile, evil, lying, manipulative ones seem to get away with everything AND get ahead. It makes no sense. But, who am I to question? Eh. Anyway, I’ll shut up for now.”

       “Well, that was interesting. I wonder how that got into my email. It looks like some kind of diary for some twit that just likes to whine. Eh, I might keep the link so I have something to entertain me when I’m pitifully bored.
       Hmm. I wonder where I hid those links to my favorite porn site? Margo would kill me if she knew I was still looking at porn after I swore to her I wouldn’t. But, hell, she won’t put out. I mean, I haven’t even seen my wife’s underwear in 6 months.
       Shit, I can’t find the links so I guess I’ll just got take a shower, manually relieve myself and get to sleep before I have to listen to Margo bitch at me again.”
       “Christ, that meeting didn’t go the way I thought it would. I just can’t believe that I’ll be paying THAT much in taxes this year. Damn government. Every time someone tries to get ahead they tighten the noose a little tighter and squeeze that much more blood from the workingman. That’s just too much to pay. Hell, I wouldn’t even get that much if I sold the business right now. I’ve got to find some way to fix this problem. Man, if I pay all of those taxes Margo, Mary, and I will be underneath the poor house. We won’t have a dollar to rub between us.
        On the bright side, that new C.P.A. was a real dish. What was up with that? She reminded me of a young Jenna Jameson or Jennie McCarthie. The only difference was that she had a brain and a set of tits that I could live in for days. What were they? They had to be double D’s or larger? Man, that ass was so tight I could have bounced a quarter off it. Those Eyes those. Those eyes were so blue that she almost looked blind. Yeah, she was definitely a keeper. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to bed her before this is all over with.
        Hmm, Margo’s car isn’t here. I wonder where she went. She didn’t say anything about going out tonight. It’s not like I’d actually miss her if she left but I would like to know what’s going on in my house. God forbid that she didn’t…oh, wait…here’s the note. She actually put it on the counter where I could find it this time. Will miracles never cease?
        Let’s see:’ Frank, gone to play bridge with Barb and the girls. I took Mary with me. See you after while. Love Margo. P.S. There is left over pizza in the fridge. Mary and I didn’t eat a lot so have fun. It’s your favorite kind. I even got the pineapples.’
        I hate friggin’ pineapples. She did that on purpose. Damn, bitch. I’d divorce her but she’d end up with my business, my money, my house and Mary. The cunt knows that and she takes full advantage of the situation. I wish I could do something about THAT situation as well. Hell, she doesn’t care about Mary. She keeps her away from me so I don’t so her. It’s the worst feeling in the world to live in the same house as your child’s and never being about to see them. Who knows what Margo has told Mary about my late nights? I hate her.
        Let’s see what I’ve got in my emails today. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch. It must be a bulk mail vacation or something. Eh, I’m not complaining because it beats the 300 plus I have in my inbox everyday. Hang on. I was wrong I did get an email. Huh, somebody does love me. Yay, me! Yeah, right. Christ, it’s another email with just a link. I wonder who sends these. Might as well follow it to see where it goes.
        Oh, I should have remembered the name of the site. It’s that damn whiner’s diary. I’ll just...nah…I need something to lighten my mood after the atrocious day I’ve had. Let’s see what this cry baby has to say this time.”

        “September, 22
                        I did it today. I didn’t think I could, but I did. It really wasn’t that hard, really. And, it’s not like it was anyone that’ll be missed. He was an old homeless guy who lived under one of the bridges. I had nothing against him but I had to see if I could do it. I had to see if I could take a human life. I have to harden myself if I am going to do what I need to do. I have to make sure I don’t fail when the time comes to kill HIM.
                        It was a simple matter, killing the homeless man. I had been bringing him soup off and on for months. So, when I approached him tonight he didn’t suspect anything. I think that is a key in doing things like this; the victim doesn’t need to suspect anything until their life runs out.
                        I sat down beside him and put my arm around him, like I always did, then I snapped his neck. It was fairly quick and the only sounds I heard were his clavicle breaking and a soft gurgle from his throat. The act itself was fairly bloodless and I stood there, like a gladiator over a fallen competitor, and watched as a little stream of blood poured out of his mouth and down the hill to collect in a pile of trash. The scene was almost poetic in a dark, macabre sort of way. I thoroughly enjoyed ending his life. It was such a release of energy and emotion that it compared to the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It was world shattering to know I held the power of life and death in my hands.
                        The eyes unnerved me, though. I knew that the eyes would stay open (just like I knew that the body releases all excrement upon death) but it was unearthly. The bile and urine that I smelled didn’t bother me as much as the eyes. It was almost like I could see his spirit leave. It was like staring across from your balcony into someone else’s apartment and watching a good friend leave. You can’t stop them. You can’t do anything but watch as the rooms slowly empty and the last vestige of humanity disappears.
                        I wasn’t done, though. To do what I wanted to do to HIM I had to harden my heart past the point of average murderers. I had to break that barrier. I had to push myself. So, I closed the body’s eyes and sat behind him. That was a mistake because of the fecal matter that had been expelled. Oh well, you live and learn I guess.
                       I stood up and leaned over his body just enough to get my arms around his neck again. I took a deep breath and, after six or seven more twists, his head came off. THAT was when it got bloody. The blood didn’t spout out, like the movies, but it bubbled a little and flowed like warm molasses syrup. This invigorated me and I decided to do something inventive with the head. You see, I was just going to just leave the head where an unsuspecting jogger would find it in the morning. After much thought, I decided I would still do that, but with a twist.
                        By this time most of the traffic had disappeared so I could go about my business fairly easily. The first thing I did was remembered my childhood hunting adventures with my father. I remembered how easily we skinned squirrels and raccoons and I did so to the head. I then got a little more imaginative when I plucked his eyes out and turned them inward. A little introspection is good for us all! I then pulled all of his teeth and arranged them in the shape of a pentagram because I thought the small town cops would jump at the chance to investigate a real-life occult sacrifice.
                        The skull I duct-taped to the back of a near by ‘bump in the road’ sign and the skinned face I nailed to a board and sat in front of the toll booth that leads over to the bridge. I wanted someone to find my work before it started to decay. I didn’t want all the beautiful artistry to go to waste.
                        It was a good night. Almost as beautiful as the morning run I wrote about a few days ago. Still, I have a long way to go if I want to do what I’ve dreamed of to HIM.
                        Anyway, take care and God bless. Until next time.”

       “I think I’m going to be sick…
        I need to call the cops. I need to find this man…I need to do…a…a new email…no…God, please, no”
 
        “ September 23a
                        It really is a good night! The Lord had blessed me greatly.
                        I passed by her office and saw her closing up her office. Her blonde hair mussed and ruffled. Her breasts still flushed from whatever had just occurred. I knew her through HIM so I knocked on her door and she let me inside.
                        I apologized for coming by so late but I said I had been driving by and noticed she was still at her office so I thought I’d stop by and say hello. She smiled and thanked me for doing so. She smiled slightly and blushed and I actually thought she might have an interest in me. All the better for what I had formulating in my mind.
                        A little sweet-talking, that’s all it took to get her to get her to agree to let me back into her office. It was nice enough. Kind of what you’d expect when you thought of an accountant’s office. It had different calculators, several computers, a file cabinet filled to overflowing with paperwork and an out of date, over taxed computer. The front office looked the way that I had thought it would. The back office, however, was completely unexpected.
                        Behind a locked door was a small apartment. It was like a loft in that everything was in one room. It wasn’t much bigger than the front office but it had a living area, a kitchen and a bed. The only thing behind a door was her bathroom. I guess she could see that I was surprised and she told me that she often worked very late and used this instead of driving back to her house if she were to exhausted. Why take chances she asked. I told her that taking chances made life interesting. She laughed wryly and agreed. I took my chance then and leaned forward to kiss her. She didn’t resist. That was the single most pleasurable sexually experience I have ever had.
                        We lay in her bed for a time, just holding each other. Then, she mentioned being thirsty so I volunteered to get her something cold to drink. I found the glasses and remembered I still had some Rohypnol in my pocket. I mixed it into her drink and waited. After a bit, she dozed off again and I started to work.
                        To my surprise her bathroom had a full size garden tub. It was gorgeous with its claw feet and porcelain basin. It was perfect for what I needed. I drug her into the bathroom and placed her inside the tub. I tied her hands together and then to the nearby towel rod with some rope I always kept in my trunk. You know, for emergencies.
                        I also brought in the rest of the acid I had (it was about 5 gallons). What can I say; I’m a sucker for a sale. What I love about this acid is that it’s strong enough to eat flesh and bone but weak enough to take quite some time doing the job. Perfect for me. I poured the rest of the acid into the bath tub and realized that it would be enough so I made my way through the office/loft collecting all the chemicals I could find and making a acidic cocktail with the pretty accountant as the mixer.
                        Mixing all of those chemicals started to make me so dizzy that I knew I couldn’t stay to admire my work so I finished as quickly as possible. But, before I left, I cut out her tongue so she couldn’t get any help and I peeled off her eyelids. I also slit her arteries on the insides of her thighs. IF she awoke it wouldn’t be for long but, if she did … oh, how I wish I could be there.
                     Who would have thought that a pretty C.P.A. would have been so much fun.”