Nothing worth of notice today... we're in this police headquartes, we still dunno what the hell is going on and for how long they're going to keep us under their control and etc.
But there was this dream last night... For the first time in, Jesus, nearly 2 decades, I had a different nightmare. I was younger in it, as usual... hopping around in a pretty but simple white dress (and now that I think about it, it looks like the one I would've wore for the ceremony... hmpft.) I'm in this pretty canyon or something and then I see on the other side this... pffft, time goes by and I still act like a silly young bitch, this handsome guy! He was dressed in a bit of an retro attire and he looked so... sexy. He looked like a latino... damn sure it wasn't one of those stiff German pricks! Anyway, as I get closer to him, the clouds start revolving back and forth in the sky like a storm is coming... and suddenly the sexy latino is a guy in this hooded vest, I think it was purple... he points his index finger at me as if he's trying to threaten me (key word: trying... he sure knows nothing about Irish redheads, whoever he is) and then... my fellow hostages wake me up.
So, yeah, that's it for the day. Considering my current situation, I really dunno if I should hope tomorrow gets more exciting.
And actually, I just used the word "hope" and that scares the shit outta me. Thought the meaning of that was gone from my mind a long time ago...
xoxo
Rita
sábado, 26 de julho de 2008
July 25, 2008
Of all the freakiest fridays I ever experienced in life, I think this one could possibly beat them all. Right now I'm lying in a bed in this creepy as fuck ancient building in some part of southern Germany. Me and other 3 people are being, hmmm, "protected" by the police in a situation that seems like a shitty-ass whodunnit movie waiting to happen.
The day started as usual... I got to sleep almost 2 hours of good sleep in between some more "sweet dreams" of Jonathan and his pals. The fucked up part is that instead of getting myself to the hospital for the morning shift I was kindly "invited" to be a member of the jury in this twisted murder case a week before, so there I go, to the court... and those fuckers wouldn't let me light up a fag. Yeah, another moment where I wonder "the hell Rita Harding still doing in this country". And the reason why they would ask an Irish citizen to do this kinda stuff still puzzles me a bit...
The case: this rich psycho just killed his whole family with all the gory stuff included... kids were missing eyeballs and the like. I must be getting cold like this bloody country cause any sane person would be horrified with the case, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders and take another puff.
Now's the part where shitty gets freaky: as I'm sitting there and the trial starts, some tall weird folks get inside the room. Something was telling me they weren't right, so I try to reach to one of the guards... before I can do anything about it, those weird fellas just draw up guns from their pockets and start shooting! Thank God not many people were killed but the attorneys (but, well, they're still lawyers after all, so quite frankly, most of us people don't really care much) and one of the guards, but loads of people were severely injured. Apparently they were trying to rescue the defendant (yeah that sick fuck was way too happy for someone who was about to get locked up for the next century).
If that wasn't enough... of course Rita Harding had to jump right in the middle... I wish this poor mess that I am knew better. As I'm helping one of the victims the best way I could without proper equipment, one of those fellas comes to my direction and as he's about to send me to Hell once and for all, something just snaps and he falls unconscious to the ground. Strange. At the time I just didn't give a damn and got back to doing what I do best, nursing, but now that I think about it... I remember feeling funny or something. Maybe it was the rotten breath of the Grim Reaper on my shoulders for a few seconds, huh? Who knows. Maybe it was a miracle! Hahahaha! Yeah, right.
Anyway, then that's how I became a legal hostage of Germany: since some of us members of the jury were safe and sound, we were dubbed witnesses by the police and then taken to this weird office so we could testify. Alright, then after that, I'm ready to get myself home so I could FINALLY have a cigarette, we're told that the bodies of the criminals were stolen from the scene and that we'd be under the "tight" protection of police until the rescheduled trial takes place. Yeah, cause I feel pretty safe being under those stupid fucks that let 3 armed freaks shoot the whole place down AND THEN let their fresh corpses be stolen right under everyone's noses. They wouldn't even have the decency of letting me get in touch with the Irish Embassy. Idiots.
Then we were taken to this place here. It's me and 3 other guys... and boy, I thought I was a freaky mess with my ginger self, but they sure beat me! Had some small talk with this kid, he's probably the youngest of us, I think his name is Ray or something. He's a med school student. Good luck with that, pal! The other one, I didn't get his name, but he's a croupier! He's a card game addict and I even let him play Tarot cards with me! Hahaha! The last guy is... Hmm. It's not that I don't trust him, but he's... a bit undescribable. And I don't think I really got to talk to him much.
Well, despite being nearly war prisioners or something, they had the decency of supplying us with everything. Actually, almost: the last guy requested guns and equipment for our self-defense and guess what? We were denied. I'm just waiting for the loony with the big-ass chainsaw and stupid mask to appear.
I wanted to write down the stuff we found out about the case reading the files, but I'm strangely sleepy like I never been in a long time... Can't let the chance of a good night of sleep pass me by. If I should die before I wake, oh well... at least I'm wearing my ugly undies. I'd hate for a creep to rape me when I'm gone for good. And then again, maybe I have nothing to worry about, a miracle could always strike me once again today! Hahaha!
xoxo
Rita
The day started as usual... I got to sleep almost 2 hours of good sleep in between some more "sweet dreams" of Jonathan and his pals. The fucked up part is that instead of getting myself to the hospital for the morning shift I was kindly "invited" to be a member of the jury in this twisted murder case a week before, so there I go, to the court... and those fuckers wouldn't let me light up a fag. Yeah, another moment where I wonder "the hell Rita Harding still doing in this country". And the reason why they would ask an Irish citizen to do this kinda stuff still puzzles me a bit...
The case: this rich psycho just killed his whole family with all the gory stuff included... kids were missing eyeballs and the like. I must be getting cold like this bloody country cause any sane person would be horrified with the case, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders and take another puff.
Now's the part where shitty gets freaky: as I'm sitting there and the trial starts, some tall weird folks get inside the room. Something was telling me they weren't right, so I try to reach to one of the guards... before I can do anything about it, those weird fellas just draw up guns from their pockets and start shooting! Thank God not many people were killed but the attorneys (but, well, they're still lawyers after all, so quite frankly, most of us people don't really care much) and one of the guards, but loads of people were severely injured. Apparently they were trying to rescue the defendant (yeah that sick fuck was way too happy for someone who was about to get locked up for the next century).
If that wasn't enough... of course Rita Harding had to jump right in the middle... I wish this poor mess that I am knew better. As I'm helping one of the victims the best way I could without proper equipment, one of those fellas comes to my direction and as he's about to send me to Hell once and for all, something just snaps and he falls unconscious to the ground. Strange. At the time I just didn't give a damn and got back to doing what I do best, nursing, but now that I think about it... I remember feeling funny or something. Maybe it was the rotten breath of the Grim Reaper on my shoulders for a few seconds, huh? Who knows. Maybe it was a miracle! Hahahaha! Yeah, right.
Anyway, then that's how I became a legal hostage of Germany: since some of us members of the jury were safe and sound, we were dubbed witnesses by the police and then taken to this weird office so we could testify. Alright, then after that, I'm ready to get myself home so I could FINALLY have a cigarette, we're told that the bodies of the criminals were stolen from the scene and that we'd be under the "tight" protection of police until the rescheduled trial takes place. Yeah, cause I feel pretty safe being under those stupid fucks that let 3 armed freaks shoot the whole place down AND THEN let their fresh corpses be stolen right under everyone's noses. They wouldn't even have the decency of letting me get in touch with the Irish Embassy. Idiots.
Then we were taken to this place here. It's me and 3 other guys... and boy, I thought I was a freaky mess with my ginger self, but they sure beat me! Had some small talk with this kid, he's probably the youngest of us, I think his name is Ray or something. He's a med school student. Good luck with that, pal! The other one, I didn't get his name, but he's a croupier! He's a card game addict and I even let him play Tarot cards with me! Hahaha! The last guy is... Hmm. It's not that I don't trust him, but he's... a bit undescribable. And I don't think I really got to talk to him much.
Well, despite being nearly war prisioners or something, they had the decency of supplying us with everything. Actually, almost: the last guy requested guns and equipment for our self-defense and guess what? We were denied. I'm just waiting for the loony with the big-ass chainsaw and stupid mask to appear.
I wanted to write down the stuff we found out about the case reading the files, but I'm strangely sleepy like I never been in a long time... Can't let the chance of a good night of sleep pass me by. If I should die before I wake, oh well... at least I'm wearing my ugly undies. I'd hate for a creep to rape me when I'm gone for good. And then again, maybe I have nothing to worry about, a miracle could always strike me once again today! Hahaha!
xoxo
Rita
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