Tell-Taled

I felt trapped. I really, really, did. I wanted someone to please tell me that this whole thing with James was going to be resolved by today. It wasn't. When I went over to his house around 2, I found a pissed-off Dionna standing on the porch, knocking loudly on the door. Her daughter, Madison, was picking grass in the front yard. "Do you have a key?!" she demanded when I walked up there. "Yeah, you locked out?" I replied. "I just spent the fucking night at the bus station! With Madison and fifty hobos! Where was James?" she asked, as I unlocked the door. "Probably still under the influence of his experiment," I muttered, and pushed the door open. Dionna gathered up her bags, and Madison, and stormed into the house. "James Kafei! If you're home, your ass is mine!" she yelled, first thing, tossing Madison onto a couch, and dropping the bags on the floor. "You walked here?" I asked. "No, genius, I took a cab," she replied, and started up the stairs. I prayed that James had gone with Sadi and the rest of the family to where ever they'd all disappeared to.

No such luck. I hurried after Dionna, up the stairs, and caught up with her in the front hallway. She was opening bedroom doors, and luckily, she was looking all on the wrong side of the hall, across from James's room. I quietly slipped into James's room, and there he was, curled up asleep in the half circle chair of his, the needle that he'd injected the ProMeth in was still in his hand. "Shit," I said, and locked the door, and then hurried over to him. "Wake up," I said, shaking him hard. His eyes opened. "What?!" he snapped. "Dionna is here and she's on a war path. I feel sorry for you because you've pissed off a New Yorker. Worse, an Itallian New Yorker," I replied. James's eyes widened. "I forgot! I was asleep!" he said. The door knob rattled. "Billy! Are you in there? Who are you talking to?" came Dionna's voice. "Hide!" I hissed at James, and ran to the door. James ran to the closet, opened the door, and pulled open the trap door on the floor to it. The labyrinth. Clever. I unlocked the door, and let Dionna in. "He's not here," she said, quietly. "I know. I think they all went somewhere as a family," I replied. Dionna seen something over my shoulder, and pushed her way in. She bent down near the chair that James had been asleep in, and picked something up. It was the needle that he'd injected the ProMeth with. She looked it over before dropping it in the SHARPS container on James's shelf. "I don't want Madison getting hurt," she explained. "Are you staying here?" I asked. "Sure. Why not? I'm going to be here for a long time, I hope," she replied. "Huh?" I asked. Was there something here that I didn't know about? Dionna smiled. "I'm not going home. James asked me here forever, I think he's going to ask me to marry him," she replied. If only she knew how many times James had asked Jade to marry him, probably with the same ring that he was going to ask her with, she wouldn't have been so happy. But I didn't say anything. James and Dionna deserve to be happy. We all do.

My Sister Is Not!

I've gotten several emails today. None of which are good. They all are criticizing me about my sister, Jade. They want to know why I put up with a slut like her. My sister is not a slut!!!!! Do not email me anymore telling me that. I will report you. That is all.

Now, if I could just do something about James. I don't want him to take his own life. Why does it have to be like this?

The Pitty

It seems to be in fashion to post twice a day, so why not? Marcy still hasn't turned up, and Jana's too much of a pussy to tell me why that is. Anyway, she's probably horny over seeing Jade's pussy on her weblog. I told Jade that site was going to attract dykes, I just knew it. And this time it attracted a 40 year old one. Infact, I think there was no Lindsay. I think it was Jana all along, proving her "love" through an imaginary person. It's not like it hasn't been done on the web before, usually by means of weblogs, but hey, you never know, right? James said that he was going to cancel his screen name for a week or so. That should teach her! Dip shit.

Ex-Lap Blues

I always wondered if my sister had a mean streak in her like the rest of us in this dys-functional family, and it turns out that she does! Well, when people piss her off, that is. She doesn't have the guts to do it for the hell of it. I do! Anyways, she forced Cedric to do an ex-lap today, and the patient died! Cedric's such a retard he thought that surgeries were like on ER, and the techs there would tell him if the patient started to crash or not. They don't. That only happens on ER as a drama effect "Peter! Carter's crashing again!!" Not as a rule or because they're nice. Here in the real world, people are generally lazy, and they won't pitch in and help someone with their job if they can keep from it. Long story short, the girl that he was trying to do the ex-lap on died because her pressure dropped and none of those techs in there would say a word to help. Jade caused that.

Now I don't know whether Jade deserves an ovation or the death penalty.

Hitler Re-Incarnated

I was forced to wait on Jade today because her class held over about 20 minutes. So I looked up Adolf Hitler, who seems to be reincarnated in the body of Harold Dozier (thank you Lindsay, for telling me his first name!). How is this? Well, according to the books that I looked at, Hitler brainwashed his prisoners into thinking that what he was doing for them was good, and that he loved them, and that's why he did it. Harold seems to think that what he's doing to Jana is good and that he loves her and that's why he's doing it. Second, Hitler died over 50 years ago. Harold is less then 55 years old. The last name Dozier can be traced to Hitler's blood relatives. Scary? You bet. However, this time around, I intend to tell Hitler exactly what I think of him. Mark my word, I will.