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Diary of the Deadman is here, is queer, and drinking lots of beer.
Oh hell, not sure how many chapters there'll be, but at least ten.
R&R if you feel like it and want to be nice to Triple T.
December 4
09:00
I always wake up around 9, it doesn't make a lot of sense since I have no alarmclock anymore...
I think Glen might have eaten it...
09:11
It would explain the ringing sound he produces around 10 in the morning...
09:15
Behind computer, checking e-mails. Got about 6 of them from Paul, asking me if it's 'time to play the game' yet.
Mailed him back;
NO!
09:17
What game anyway?
09:33
Glen woke up too, now walking around in the livingroom. He has a hangover, told him to walk it off.
09:45
When did Glen start to take my advice seriously?
10:30
Hungry.
10:43
Still hungry, staring at painting of apples Carlito made me a week ago.
10:55
Sending Glen to mall to buy me apples. He asked me if he could buy himself a present. Told him yes, but not with my money!
12:00
Glen's still not back, wonder what happened. I bet he got lost again, and now he's at the policestation asking the cops where he lives again.
12:13
I'm always right... Cops called.
"Good day sir, are missing a bald friend?"
I sighed. "I'm not actually missing him."
"But... Are you-"
"Neither is he my friend." I continued.
"He says he-"
"I don't even think I know someone that's bald."
I hung up before they could ask me more questions, in hopes of Glen not coming home. He should go live with Dave, it'll do him good to see how animals live these days.
12:45
Still hungry though, very annoying.
13:04
At Paul's, raiding his foodstash. He asked me if 'it's time to play the game' again.
Told him yes, as long as I can eat everything I find.
13:45
Paul tied me to his bed and is now taking pictures of me with his cellphone.
I should've said no when he wanted it to be time to the play the game...
In case it's confusing; I'm tied to the bed with my feet, my arms are free, how else am I supposed to be writing?
14:12
Untied again, but at least the hunger is gone, so it was good to come here.
Paul left, so I'm raiding some of his closets too, who knows what I might find eh.
14:39
Why does he have fake dreadlocks? And why are they pink?
14:43
Do I even want to know?
15:08
Hey, someone send him a message on msn. I'm gonna reply.
15:34
Haha, fun. I'm sending myself the copy of the convo and I'll include it in here...
15:40
Hmmm, why is he online now anyway? He's not even here anymore.
FINLAY says:
You there?
Paul HAS TRANSFORMED INTO TAKER says:
No. I'm here though.
FINLAY says:
Hmmm? Where's Paul then?
Paul HAS TRANSFORMED INTO TAKER says:
not here
FINLAY says:
but where?
Paul HAS TRANSFORMED INTO TAKER says:
I killed him...
FINLAY says:
really?
Paul HAS TRANSFORMED INTO TAKER says:
yeah.
Then he went offline. I wonder if he took me seriously.
Of course not...
15:56
Holy Hell it's the cops! I gotta go run!
16:42
Hmmmm, I ran from the cops, called a cab, made the cabdriver drive around really fast and I felt.... Great actually.
I want to become an actor, so I can pretend to be a criminal rather than some dead man.
17:09
Maybe becoming a criminal would be even easier.
17:18
Planning my first crime, which would be spraypaint a picture of myself on a wall.
Will do this tonight, must buy some cans first, I don't own spraypaint yet.
17:32
Maybe Glen does?
17:45
Yep, he does. Raided his closet aswell, found spraypaint, porn, darts and a dead mouse...
Think Glen's cat, Bunchlax might've put it there...
17:52
I mean the porn... I'm 100% sure Glen put the dead mouse there himself.
18:09
Watching Oprah. Oprah says there's no such thing as insanity, and it's not nice to call people insane either.
18:13
Will arrange for Oprah to meet Paul, Shawn, Ken, Rey, Beth and Santino.
18:17
I forgot Randy, John C, John M, Finlay and Dave.
18:25
And Melina.
18:33
How the Hell did I forget Glen?
18:37
Probably because he's still not home yet. Should I worry? I am starting to get hungry again.
19:04
Bubba called. I love Bubba.
"Marky, listen, what ya gonna do?"
"Eh?"
"What ya gonna do when they come for you."
Then he hung up. He makes no sense... At all.
19:38
Still hungry, whose foodstash to raid next?
19:39
Kozlov.
20:32
At Kozlov's, eating something Russian. Hope I'm not eating a Russian, though I wouldn't be surprised.
20:55
Brilliant conversation;
Vlad: "I need better competition."
Me: "I know."
Vlad: "Better competition."
Me: "Yep."
Vlad: "Undertaker, I challenge you."
Me: "Really?"
Vlad: "Yes."
Then he got up, walked to his closet and came back with a box.
Vlad: "I challenge you now."
Me: "Now?"
Vlad: "Yes. Now."
He put down the box.
Me: "Now already?"
Vlad: "Now yes, play.... Checkers."
... I didn't expect that.
21:30
I lost, Russians are awfully good at playing checkers. Maybe it's because I was white, and he was black... I should've been black, he's not the one they call the Undertaker.
21:34
That didn't make a lot of sense, now did it?
21:45
Home again. I like Vlad, he might become my new friend. We could tag together sometime.
21:49
The doorbell rang, and guess who's back?
My little brother of destruction!
22:32
Might not go out tonight for my initiation as a criminal after all... Glen was so pissed that I told the cops he wasn't my friend, he chokeslammed into a wall. I wanted to do something back to him but he came after me as soon as I got back up, and speared me to the ground.
I think I broke something, and no, it's not just my pride.
22:59
Hmmm, Shawn walked in. Damnit, he shouldn't have seen me on the ground.
"Damn Mark, looking for something?" He asked smirking when he saw me.
I grunted. "Just my dignity."
Shawn laughed. "You mean you had that?"
And he walked away...
23:10
Someone help me up, please. Please pretty please.
23:13
I'll just call Ken.
23:15
"What?" Ken said.
"Help me up."
"Help you up?" Ken asked.
"Yes, please."
"Hmmm... Up huh, so it's down..." He said.
"What?"
"Hmmm, I suggest you try vaseline."
Ken hung up... Some things never change.
23:18
Started yelling very loud until Shawn came back downstairs. Told him to help me to my room.
Shawn shrugged and dragged me to the basement.
I don't sleep in the basement!
23:43
Hmpf, now I do. I'm tired, so... Goodnight.