I'm very bored...so i wrote this introduction to a short story. It doesn't have a name but here it is.
“Nice shot!” Marcy had called to me from the patio of the house. I had the BB gun out for the first time since my high school days and I had just shot a squirrel. The squirrel was twitching his legs, a steady stream of blood was pouring from his torso. His bushy tail then lay limp and he died. Time of death: 4:54 PM 25 July.
I put the gun down on the lawn and walked towards her. She was wearing the dress I had bought her. I usually never bought her clothing, but the dress had called to me in the window while I was walking down the street on the way to work. It said, “Allen…Allen, turn and look at me. Yes, wouldn’t Marcy look great with me wrapped around her body?” I just nodded at the window, opened the glass double doors, and bought it without saying anything.
She looked at me with her eyes that were sparkling blue. And then she looked at the squirrel…and then back to me. She opened her lips and words came from her mouth. A question. “So what are you going to do with the dead squirrel in our backyard?”
I hadn’t actually thought about what I was going to do with the dead animal. Skin it and make myself mittens? Eat the meat and pretend to be on the Oregon Trail? I just didn’t want to throw it out. That wouldn’t be enough. That’s so ordinary, like road kill on the side of the road.
“I haven’t the foggiest.” I finally said after a lapse. “I’m thinking of making myself mittens.”
She laughed. “Don’t be stupid Allen. You work in marketing. You can’t tan and skin an animal.”
“Oh honey, you forget that I’m an Eagle scout.”

It's morning!
Last night, we all lay in bed: Me, Ross, and Jeremy...and Jeremy read us "Moonstruck in Manhattan" a cheesy romance novel and he did all the voices and everything! It was hillarious and so awesome. I had a lot of fun last night...seeing Leon conduct like the asshole he is, hanging out with Ross and Jeremy...it was really a nice day.
My mom and uncle Bill took me to the Beekman Arms for lunch...I sat in this greenhouse with all these pretentious New Yorkers talking about 2nd mortages and houses on the Cape.
I have just woken up to the dream I usually have...where I get a letter from Johnny Garrison...and the letter said on the cover, "Dont worry, Garrison's never going to leave you again..."
It's so funny how deep i've slipped...looking into my mailbox with such excitement only to realize that he's never going to write back...he's never going to do anything but sit in Texas with that smirk permanetly smeared on his pale little face.
Ross and I lay in bed last night talking about Blake. I was telling Ross the whole story, what was going on...how everything wasn't going to way I had wished...but Ross just smiled and told me it was okay. I still don't understand what's going on but all i know, it's not good and everything isn't going according to Emily's way. But I'm used to that...I'm telling Blake now not to worry because, I mean...this happens a lot. True, I've got this web of deception, but it's not that hard to break free...
I have just realized I have poison ivy...and I'm pissed as hell. If I even step within a mile of some form of forest, i'll get it. It sucks!
So as for the rest of the day: I have to clean my room that is messy as shit, read a book I hate, dillude myself into thinking there is a letter from Texas in my mailbox, and maybe take a nap seeing as Jeremy read to us till about four in the morning...and maybe write my final paper for class, seeing as it's due soon and I would like to get it off my chest as sooon as possible!
Oh, and as for Mars, it was much too cold and lonely so I'm back
so those who actually care, which most of you don't...she's baaaaccckkkkk....