Bad Dreams

So, last night I dismembered some blonde chick and stuffed her in a garbage bag. Beyond the fact that I didn't even recognize this woman that I had so horribly and irreparably mutilated, what was most distressing was that she could still talk to me. Her head was resting on the remains of her body (she was double bagged in black lawn and garden bags) and we had a rather blase discussion. Her basic attitude was- well, I didn't WANT to be dismembered but since this is the way things are I'll just deal with it. I kept wondering why I had done it but all I could say was, "Oh, I'm so glad you like it!"

Something about that just ain't right.