10.28.99 Day Five: Why me? I mean...couldn't he have picked a more annoying target? Like somebody in a yuppie bar somewhere? I spend the days avoiding him now. It's becoming more difficult since we live in an apartment the size of a matchbox, but so far, I haven't had to talk to him. What could I possibly have done to make him so bent on destroying me? I only eat out now, because I
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Here, in the "Rt. 66 Plan", I quickly become
aware of the fact that he is now a complete
psychotic lunatic, bent on doing away with me at any cost. He intends on killing thousands of commuters in a frenzied bloodbath intent on crushing me and my poor little car to death. I see his spelling hasn't improved, but his devious little brain is getting sicker. And just who is this "Monkey" he talks about in item number 3? Is it a codename for Satan? George W. Bush? Hitler's severed frozen head? It could be anything, knowing him. Up in the right hand corner, I noticed odd intranslatable writing. The only recognizable item is the pentacle, the sure sign of Satan's handiwork...or one of his minions...Beelzebubbles, perhaps. The dirty little demon of uncleanliness...maybe that's why he keeps this place so damn filthy. I wonder...

And what is UP with the curly hair? Is he trying to say something? Other than he wants me dead, that is...? I'm getting scared, now...maybe he plans to give me a perm while I sleep.

Nothing could be more horrible and disfiguring. I shudder just thinking about it...Last night, I started hearing strange noises coming from his room. It sounded like mumbling interspersed with a high pitched yammering. Maybe he's dating one of those gay gym bunnies again...but I can't be too sure...

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think he might be putting arsenic in my food. I think he watches me while I sleep as well...I shall have to inspect everything I own carefully after I return from Texas this weekend. He could have devious little explosive devices hidden anywhere.

...anywhere...