Dear Stupid Leather Book,
I don't know why the hell I'm writing in this...this...*thing,* but I fear that if I don't start putting how I feel
into words, I'll simply go mad. I found you on the bookshelf- curse that woman- Niobe, was it? Yes, her. She
knocked all my priceless books off the shelves while fighting one of those mindless monsters in my home. In MY
home! Can you believe that, diary? No one ever knocks...
Well anyway, I was down on my hands and knees in a five thousand dollar dress when I discovered you;
you're a lovely little book- brown leather hardcover with crisp pages yellowed with age. Charming. *That*, dear
Diary, is sarcasm, for you are the ugliest thing I have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. I only began writing in
this to keep myself from telling my husband exactly what I thought of him. You see, I can't speak my mind to him
when he's flanked by those pathetic albino twins- I'm sure "The Merovingian" wouldn't hesitate to kill even his own
wife.
Those twins go with him nearly everywhere. I'm afraid to undress for fear they're there- watching me though
the floor boards of the luxurious Chateau. They're one of the many people and creatures that do my husbands dirty
work- while he does his own dirty works. Always showing off his little "cake trick." He even had the nerve to pull it
off in front of me! A true embarrassment as three of his many nemeses were there. There was Morpheus, the great
legendary Morpheus, and Trinity I know I won't forget- the way she shot daggers at me for kissing The One. The
mere memory makes me smile- jealousy is my second favorite emotion to sorrow. And The One is my second favorite
kisser, to Ghost. It was strange how they were all connected- Niobe to Ghost and Ghost to Trinity and Trinity to Neo
and Neo to Morpheus. I've left my mark on all of their lives- I doubt any of them will soon forget me.
Disrupting and creating change in people's lives was done through my favorite game: The Kissing Game. It
was my own little way of getting back at my husband. He has his own twisted games to play.
And I have my own little ways of revenge, all of which I will tell in the little white pages of this book...
I don't know why the hell I'm writing in this...this...*thing,* but I fear that if I don't start putting how I feel
into words, I'll simply go mad. I found you on the bookshelf- curse that woman- Niobe, was it? Yes, her. She
knocked all my priceless books off the shelves while fighting one of those mindless monsters in my home. In MY
home! Can you believe that, diary? No one ever knocks...
Well anyway, I was down on my hands and knees in a five thousand dollar dress when I discovered you;
you're a lovely little book- brown leather hardcover with crisp pages yellowed with age. Charming. *That*, dear
Diary, is sarcasm, for you are the ugliest thing I have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. I only began writing in
this to keep myself from telling my husband exactly what I thought of him. You see, I can't speak my mind to him
when he's flanked by those pathetic albino twins- I'm sure "The Merovingian" wouldn't hesitate to kill even his own
wife.
Those twins go with him nearly everywhere. I'm afraid to undress for fear they're there- watching me though
the floor boards of the luxurious Chateau. They're one of the many people and creatures that do my husbands dirty
work- while he does his own dirty works. Always showing off his little "cake trick." He even had the nerve to pull it
off in front of me! A true embarrassment as three of his many nemeses were there. There was Morpheus, the great
legendary Morpheus, and Trinity I know I won't forget- the way she shot daggers at me for kissing The One. The
mere memory makes me smile- jealousy is my second favorite emotion to sorrow. And The One is my second favorite
kisser, to Ghost. It was strange how they were all connected- Niobe to Ghost and Ghost to Trinity and Trinity to Neo
and Neo to Morpheus. I've left my mark on all of their lives- I doubt any of them will soon forget me.
Disrupting and creating change in people's lives was done through my favorite game: The Kissing Game. It
was my own little way of getting back at my husband. He has his own twisted games to play.
And I have my own little ways of revenge, all of which I will tell in the little white pages of this book...