I’m not a
major fan of slasher flicks. That may seem odd but here’s why: they get it so
wrong. The weapon, angle, and force they the killer uses when attacking his
villains rarely produces the amount of blood cinematographers think she is.
I am so
distracted right now, I must apologize. James left his crime drama running on
Netflix and now he’s watching it while he gets ready for work. He’s been
binging some Australian show I can’t remember the name of but their language
use is very hard to ignore when I’m typing.
Now he won’t
turn it off so who know who this update’ll turn out.
As I was
TRYING to say: Cinematographers have no idea how much blood and gore are
actually produced when a killer attacks his victims. Inaccuracies always pulls
me out of my fiction. I have no idea how any of you handle my updates. They are
riddled with half-truths. It’s all intentional mind you but it still can’t be
easy to connect with someone you’re not certain you know.
Also Genevieve
or whatever I called her before is proving to be such a pain in the ass. I
doubt that’s what I called her earlier but that’s what I’m calling her for this
update so…deal with it.
Not only is
she incredibly demanding and adheres to a convenient schedule, I’m 95% certain
she’s cheating on her boyfriend/lover/husband with another regular at the
coffee shop. We’ll call him Roberto – because I will not remember these names
come next week. He comes in every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, about fifteen
minutes after my target couple and sits across from them so that when her
boyfriend gets up, Genevieve and Roberto make eye contact and smile at each
other. Every time, without fail. And then they’re both on their phones until he
comes back from the washroom or from apologizing to the barista for his
girlfriend’s behavior. Every Time!
And they’re
not even subtle about it. I’m pretty sure the entire staff team know all about
it and gossip about it behind their backs. You think servers and baristas don’t
notice this shit and talk about it on their off time? You must also think
teachers don’t pick favorites. How nice to have such an innocent perspective
about the world.
Mary!
I called
her Mary in my initial update.
Whatever.
Genevieve is cheating on her sugar daddy with some businessman who is
admittedly very attractive which just uped her kill potential by half. The more
suspects, the easier to kill. We’re still only acquaintances who say “hello”, “goodbye”,
and “what is with this weather” with a few comments about The Bachelor or the
latest dance show. I haven’t been as focused on my project as I could be. That
might be a good thing. Too much attention too soon will absolutely send up some
flags. However, my concern is that the two secret lovers will be exposed, Mary
will be out on her ass and she won’t come to me for comfort which will guarantee
she won’t trust me enough to let me kill her. The ideal scenario is that she
and I exchange casual acquaintance Christmas cards this year.
I hate casual
acquaintance Christmas cards. They are such a waste of money. I can’t believe I’m
actually looking forward to it. Time to step up my game.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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