Mom didn't say anything about the mirror. She just swept up the pieces like there was nothing wrong. Then she hung up a poster of King Kong. The new one, you know?

I liked that movie. The way Kong wouldn't take crap from anyone. I liked the way he tore up those Tyrannosaurus Rex. Rexes? Whatever. He really wrecked them, you know?

I cheered when he grabbed that biplane. I knew they were going to get him sooner or later, but I cheered just the same. I wanted to see him kick the shit out of those flyboys. I wanted to see him climb down off that skyscraper and throw some more cars around. He could have done it.

Who am I kidding? The big guy was done right from the beginning. The big ugly guy never makes it.

I'm getting angry again. It's weird, talking to this computer like there's somebody on the other end. I wonder what you look like, whoever you are.

I saw a girl today, in the house across the street. She was looking at a computer. I wonder if she was looking at my blog.

I haven't seen the woman with the mutt all week, but I keep watching for her and that stupid dog in its red sweater.