I need to get rich by the time i'm 30. I want 6 kids by 6 guys at some point so i need money for that. I think i;ve got what it takes with the art making thing i just need to become more organized, yep.

my home computer is so fucked. I think I erased some file I shouldn't have so I'm typing up here at school. It's sad I don't have spell check here so you'll have to forgive my errors. I've got to get ready for this first year MFA review tomorrow. I'm a little nervous about that. I'm going to show my Baubo haha, yes...

Players

Lorraine
Rue
David
Familiar man

Part I
- ring ring
r - Hello
l - Rue?
r - yes, who is this?
l - This is Lorraine from high school.
r - What?
l - Lorraine, remember I was a grade ahead of you.
r - Lorraine, yes I remember.
l - I need to ask of you something very important.
r - What is it?
l - Will you kill David?
r - What? That's not funny David's been dead.
l - No he's back, We've been seeing each other, Please, we need your help. David needs to die!
r - Ok, I'll help y'all.
l - Thank God! Can you meet us tomorrow night?
r - yes

Part II
Now Rue gets out of bed, She rummages through old photographs until she finds one of her and David together. She lays it onto the desk and gazes down at it. Her eyes tear up. She puts her head in her hands and sobs.

Part III

Rue starts her journey to kill David. Along the way she is going crazy. When the streets are crowed everything is silent. When the subway is empty she hears a crowd of school children. Her boots echo extremely loud in the deserted streets.

Part IV

Rue arrives at the meeting place. David, Lorraine, and a familiar man are all seated. Rue pulls out a gun and shoots David in the head. A little red circle of blood appears in the center of his forehead and he slumps over. The familiar man laughs and says "We're like a death cult or something." Rue looks around panicked. She walks over to a magazine rack. She picks out a Life magazine and says "This was David's, I'm taking it"

After a week of procrastination I think I'm almost through! My bedroom is clean with freshly laundered sheets. My bathroom is organized and scrubbed, the sick is empty. The dished are washed. I just made a fresh pot of coffee to help with the organizing of the living room, the mop, then I'm finished! I can't wait. I like a neat apartment I just hate making it neat. I hate cleaning so very much, it's a huge problem. I always have these conflicts of desires.

Last night I dreamed that he had come back to life. He was dating a quite girl I went to high school with named Breannen. She asked me to kill him again. It's what they wanted. Breannen, some middle aged guy anthropologist guy, and him. He wanted to die. I met them all in a little room and Breannen and the old guy watched as I shot him in the head. I freaked out after that and started gathering things of his. I wanted to make it look like he had never came back but everyone knew already. I went to the chair and asked her if I could have the magazines. He had left behind a Life magazine. She said OK. She mentioned a game of chariot that he had given her. She said she used to play it in the seventies. I asked do you want me to give it to his girl friend and she said no. Then people were looking for his body in a lake.
I know that's a confusing dream especially to anyone who took the time to read it. It has been over two years now since my friend died and I'm still having disturbing dreams sometimes. How long does it take to forget a person? Well, never, I never can, never never never never so just ignore my occasional rants of self pity.