I'm getting tired of being a flapper clown, so I put on some regular clothes and went down to the art museum. By myself.
Stupid. Jason was there. He saw me. I disappeared into a bathroom but he was freaked enough to follow me. Scared a couple of little old ladies. They beat him with their purses whiel I climbed out a window. I won't be doing that again.
We have three new recruits who steal cars for a living. Whoopee. Me, Harley, and the bimbo twins (Stacey and Ashley) are the only chicks. Only half of us are worth spitting on. I'll leave you to guess which half.
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Today Joker and I talked. Privately. We don't do a whole lot of that. We played cards while we talked. He's very good, but so am I.
He kept talking romance, and every time he started I tried to bring Harley into the conversation. I tried to play the innocent little Liss, as if I didn't know he was talking about me.
Clarice Starling fell in love with her evil mentor, who I used to think of as my evil mentor too, until I dreamed he ate one of my friends, and I remembered that he was evil.
Oh.
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Can evil love? If
yes, I bet it would be greater than good love. If no, then what the
hell am I doing here?
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Once upon a time, the Joker and the Flapper were talking. As the boss grew ever more romantic, Flappie did something rather foolish.
"Look, stupid," she said. "That girl out there loves you a hell of a lot more than I ever will, and if you can't see that then you're just retarded."
Then she stormed out.
I wonder if he'll kill me.
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He took my notebook and read it all. I'm still alive, but I think I've been demoted. Roland is gleefully bossing me around. If I kill him will that be a good thing or a bad thing?
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Dissension in the ranks.
Misty Lake never goes outside because she's been getting death threats since 1983. One of the perks of writing fantasy fiction. This was her first public book signing in like ten years. We had to be there. Roland wanted to shoot the woman and for that I kicked him in the head. Mrs. Carlin's biggest fear is that one of her fans will die for her, and I'm sure many of us would be willing, so before any shooting started I told everyone to get out. I tried to be very menacing when I said it, but I'm afraid I still came off as a nice guy.
There was some shooting, just for show. A few people got hurt but nothing serious. I was watching out for the kids and at the same time trying to look like I wasn't. Mr. Bigger-Than-God Roland started making obscene jokes about me and my soft-heartedness, so I shot him. In the knee. I hope it hurt him as much as it hurt me. We grabbed the books (exactly nine) and the cops showed up while we were heading for the car. Roland was crawling along behind us, yelling all the things he was going to do to me.
"I hate to break it to you, Roly Poly," the Joker said, "but I don't think she's going to let you come home with us." To me he said, "But we can't leave him here for those nasty police."
I shot him. In the head. My first kill. I think I'm back on the Joker's good side.
In nine days we hit the Pokemon trading card convention. Is that still going on? Why did it start in the first place? Is Roland in Hell? I hope he's not in Hell but I can't imagine he'd go to the other place.
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I feel like I'm getting lost. It's not the same as being empty. It's like everything else is empty and I'm trying to fill it up, but I can't reach that far.