I think my ability for rational thought has officially vanished. I’m on day three of the “writing the final project binge” and all I can think about is Macbeth, V for Vendetta, and that ole sly dog Guy Fawkes. And I think I’m more than slightly in love with Guy Fawkes by the by. Which is odd because, you know, he was a terrorist (and is 500 years old, but whatever) but he was fighting for what he believed in and that’s hot. Granted he was going to kill lots of innocent people in the process, but what’s innocent anyway?

Did I just say that? I think I did. See, rational thought. Out the window!

Here’s a question, though; what do people think about V, from V for Vendetta? Terrorist? Hero? Savior? All of the above? And if you are a cop for a corrupt government is it more or less ethical to kill you? These are the issues kicking around in my head right now. Unfortunately I am incapable of musing on an answer since, like I said, rational thought, not so much.

I abuse the comma. That’s right, abuse it. And I like it!

I’m no longer even linking my thoughts and that’s scary. You shouldn’t be subjected to this. Especially when I’m just killing time and have absolutely nothing of substance to say here. Except Guy Fawkes…he was hot. All holding out against torture and stuff until they broke him. That’s a man that’s wounded deep down, and I, I just want to make it better. I want to heal him with my vagina. I mean, isn’t that why all women go for the wounded guy? We think we’re going to give them magical sex and then suddenly they’ll be healed, but it was because of us and only for us and weren’t we that special woman he’s been waiting for to make him whole?

Yes, I’m throwing up a little bit in my mouth too, but it’s true. We want to fix someone and we secretly hope they’ll fix us. Except that no one can fix you but yourself and isn’t that just depressing. I don’t want to fix myself, I’m tired. I’d much rather Guy Fawkes (or Gerard Butler playing the part of Guy Fawkes) fix me. Of course, Batman would work too—again with the acting outside the government. Subversion is sexy. I seem to have this thing for guys that are prone to physical violence. I don’t think I’m going to examine that aspect my personality just yet. I’m quite sure that’s something I should repress—and repress I fully intend to do, like a champ. At least until I find someone that will only hit me when I ask for it.

And now that I have successfully weirded you all out I sign off. Obviously I need to repress my scary self a little better.