drawing he intentionally left out just to make me *think* he's stupid, when he's really an evil mastermind just waiting for the opportunity to strike. He doesn't seem to care who gets in the way at this point. He and that foul cat of his are driven by dark, unholy desires that can only spring from HELL ITSELF!

It is somehow telling that MBGSR is standing on the Pentagon...I think the fact that he seems to honestly think that his cat can handle a rocket launcher, much less, fire one accurately at a passing plane is a sure sign of his insanity. Of course, the evil cat would take up a rocket launcher to shoot me out of the sky in a second...make no mistake. I just happen to know that, given the current set of physics, it would be impossible. This is only a small relief, I assure you.

11.1.99 06:34:24 Day Nine: Will the madness never end? I ransacked MBGSR's room while he was out, and found another drawing! Apparently, absence just makes the heart more desirous of extreme bodily harm, in his case...

At least I waited to use the bathroom before I looked around. I guess the gun in the monitor was a fake, since it didn't blow up when I tried to use it. Also, it doesn't look like it's been tampered with. Maybe he's saving that for future use...I also threw my dildo out. That was really upsetting...So as retaliation, I put an M80 in one of his plugs...won't he be surprised the next time he goes to use it...I threw the brownies out, leaving a note for him thanking him profusely for making them for me, and telling him how delicious they were. I can see the logical conclusion that he wanted me to cut the brownies with the electrical knife, hoping that I shock myself...I would then eat the brownies, and spend the latter half of the day with sewer water backing up between my legs as I agonized over the effects of the ExLax running through my system. I honestly don't know how he expected me to expire on a toilet that was backing up, although I must admit that it does have a serious ICK factor...it's just more proof that his view of reality has completely slipped. There wasn't much left of the dish towels by the time I got home, since dumbass doesn't know that Sulfuric Acid eats through pretty much EVERYTHING. I guess maybe he really is that stupid...And to further crank my suspicion up about his Satanic leanings, he's put down in a list that he needs to get a "Live Goat". I've checked my bed, and nothing seems amiss, but I can't be too sure...I shall take extreme care whilst sleeping tonight...