January 26th, 2005 Went to work today. Took a shit in the boss' file cabinet. It had remnants of last night's chili. Red clumps of bean. Kinda runny, but felt great.
January 27th, 2005 I fucked my first today. Dad told me it would be like this. It was hard pushing my dick in after rigor mortis set in.
January 28th, 2005 Dad visited today. He was my second.
January 29th, 2005 Took a shit in the toilet today. It hurt a bit, looked like rocky road ice cream. Noticed a wet hand print on the mirror.
January 30th, 2005 Mom visited today. She's having sex with dad. I caved her head in with a hammer. Dad's beginning to stink.
February 1st, 2005 Ate Dad for lunch. Mom was dinner. Took another shit in the toilet. Another hand print on the mirror.
February 2nd Fuck that toilet...it's scaring me now. The hand prints are annoying. Shitting hurts more now.
February 3rd A man came out the shower and hit me with my own hammer. He wanted to hold hands. I wouldn't because they were too wet.
February 4th The apartment it starting to stink. I'm hungry. Hope the neighbors don't notice. Tried ejaculating into the ice cube tray.
February 5th Shot pool with some guys after work. Got home and played Monopoly with what was left of Mom. No hand print.
February 6th, 2005 Didn't go to work today, felt sick. Could be the smell of Mom and Dad. Might also be because I never flush the toilet. The wet hand print was on my computer screen.
February 7th Made breakfast out of what was in the toilet. Looked like old milk, bacon and Pepsi. Tasted like Sarah from work.
February 8th Sarah came over today. She didn't stay long. Kept complaining about a strange smell. I think she's fucking wet hand man.
February 9th, 2005 Kidnapped and raped Sarah from work. Wet hand man watched.
February 10th, 2005 Nothing important happened today.
February 11th, 2005 Again, uneventful.
February 12th, 2005 Work called. Asked why I haven't been coming in. I told them I'm coming in all the time, they just don't see me.
February 13th Put Sarah in the closet. Wet hand man has begun reading me stories. He likes to sleep under the bed now.
February 14th Sarah watched me fuck Mom and Dad. Haven't shit in a few days. Bought some Febreeze. Toilet smells better now.
February 15th, 2005 Mom pointed out that I left out the year on my last two entries. Wet hand man didn't read me a story.
February 16th, 2005 Sarah is starting to like the closet. Wet hand man read "The big bad wolf".
February 17th, 2005 Wet hand man and I went to Home Depot today. Only thing interesting there was an old lady wearing tight spandex pants. Her camel toe looked like it had 3 humps. 3 humps. 3.
January 18th, 2005 Found a poem outside my apartment door today:
"Daddy, daddy where did you go? Inside of me so evil will grow. Mommy, mommy where are you? Inside of me, now there are two.
Little box, little box At the edge of my bed Little box, little box Keeper of my mommy's head
Little man, little man Hiding under the bed Little man, little man Keeper of my daddy's head
Nobody is in the closet you say? The little boy wants to play Nobody is in the closet you say? Mommy, daddy, can I play?"
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