Crazy Bitch: Entry Four
An insane ex-girlfriend. A journal found. Published here and dissected by Jon for your enjoyment. Welcome back, friends, to “Diary Of A Crazy Bitch.”
October 9 –
“Still drunk this morning. Last night at Sammy’s party I downed a bottle of Wild Turkey after snorting rails with some of the girls. Then I took some Valium. My head was feeling pretty fucked up and that cocky-ass Rita bitch was really getting on my nerves talking about all the “high profile” customers she had while dancing in Vegas. All the “celebrity” parties and after-parties. Blah, blah, blah. The lying, condescending cunt. She’s nothing compared to me. Some bitches just never seem to understand how easy it would be for me to fuck them up for good. They get lost in all that attitude. I could really kill a bitch like that, slice open that bloated belly of hers, cut out her eyes, and leave her to die in a ditch. It’s not like anyone’d miss her. It’s not like anyone’d care. Ugh. One less stupid bitch in the world.”
– Here we have a purely disturbing peek into the mindset of an inherently psychotic woman in the throes of a nasty drug comedown, her crazy-addled brain still discombobulated by cheap whiskey. Fantastically deep-seated insecurity has meshed with her obvious superiority complex, forming a curious collage of jealousy, paranoia, and homicidal intrusive thoughts. Unable to accept the fact that a fellow stripper may have showed her breasts – and everything else – to bigger fish in a bigger pond, her mind immediately short-circuits, whisking her away to a dimension in which it’s only natural to slice open lying, condescending cunts after cutting out their eyes, before leaving them to die in ditches; ESPECIALLY if no one will miss them. Absolutely fucking nuts at its very best.