the crime comes last of all

an exercise in blurring the truth.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

isn't it messed up how i'm just dying to be him?

Hey, sugar. How you been? Trying to pick up the hot profiler at her uncle's grotesque murder (of course it's TV murder, nobody's really that sad).

There's a brutally functional pageboy haircut and slim-yet-fit shoulders and legs. She feels a twist in her belly and hopes all the stories about girls like that aren't true, since she's awfully concerned she's going to have one of her own in a few short months.

He patronizes her, thinks she's inexperienced and it's very difficult not to hit him in the head and tell him, but that would definitely ruin everything. And besides, she'd probably only feel better for a half hour or so before her conscience made her go back and apologize for hitting him.


Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Going Down