“What on earth I have I got myself into

“What on earth I have I got myself into this time?” Faith kept asking herself as she stood on the ferry watching the island, where she was going to stay at for the next week, come
hell or high water. Faith had worked hard for this vacation, planned it, and had looked forward to this get away for more then a year. If only Jeremy could have joinded me she
could have made his death look like an accident. But he backed out at the last minute and now she had to go on the cruise by herself. She loaded up on
Twinkie filling that her uncle Louie stole from the hostess factory and set off to change the world through shear force of
Salted Nuts!These are some really salty nuts I'm selling here, and if you don't buy some now I don't think there'll be any left for you later so grab my salted nuts before it's too
late and you'll have to have beer with unsalted nuts. "Well, I prefer unsalted nuts," sniffed Linda. "And I really don't like beer. It's so working class." John threw the beer
at the wall, but his best bro Spike caught it while running a circle around the wall, and had a swig. It was so Mountain Dew, and Spike and John avoided each other's gaze as Linda
(who only weighed 100 pounds) was recovering from Mountain Dew overdose. She'd actually have to drink 126.39 before she died, so she was hung over from caffeine but ultimately okay
this morning. Only .39 to go. Rummaging in her pocket, she realized that the weevil (right?) must have robbed her when she was out. What was in that Dew? So close to death,
she wondered if she had left the oven on. Shit! She always did that! Wait! Why did it matter? Her last thoughts mundane, she took in one last breath, scented strangely of weevil.

Started: 2011-02-15 07:48:20
Finished: 2011-07-26 22:47:52

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