I am whoring out my comic. I really want people I know to read it and pass it on. I've so far got 4 pages up the cover, pg1 and 2, and a filler. Please please read my comic!!!!!! Again I am whoring it out I have no shame!!!!! Here's the link if you're interested: http://www.drunkduck.com/Idiotic_Tendencies/index.php?p=246419. I would like some feedback on it, whether good or bad, its being done in MS Paint so I know there's major room for improvement but hey I work with what I got! Constructive critique always welcomed!

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great new people, Idiotic Tendencies is now up and running. It doesn't have its own website just yet so its being hosted on DrunkDuck.com. Here's the link http://www.drunkduck.com/Idiotic_Tendencies/index.php?p=246419 .

Now I'm working on it while at work so its being done in MS Paint. If anyone can tell me where I can find a motherboard for an AlienWare Laptop at a cheap rate I'll be enternally grateful! But for now I hope you enjoy it and I'll be updating it as often as possible!

A/N: I've decided, at the suggestions from a friend, to continue writing for a while Down the Rabbit Hole. So here's the second installament of DtRH.

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June 14,2007

I managed to get some sleep after my ordeal this morning. It wasn't easy however. The images of those creatures and the bodies filled my sleep with nightmares and I awoke in a cold sweat. I was a bit disoriented at first and then the realization of everything that had happened came crashing down on me. I began to cry. My families, my friends, the people that I knew and loved and some even grew up with, were probably either turned or dead. I pray they are dead; they'd be better off.

After about a half hour I managed to pull myself together and exited my new domicile. For some reason, the number of people that were here when I first arrived seems to have diminished greatly. Before I had time to think on the situation I saw Kelli waving me over to our little group of friends on the other side of the room. 

"How you feeling?" she asked as I approached. I nodded my head and replied I was fine. Chris wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a peck on the head. They began to recount to me everything that had happened from the time they announced the outbreak to right before they came to get me.

They were watching TV when the news broke that a military breach had occurred and another country had released biological weapons in several big cities around the world. In America those cities were Manhattan, Chicago, Los Angeles, Houston, Salt Lake City, Washington D.C. Ft. Lauderdale, and Atlanta. They weren't aware of this until the Prime Minister of England had broadcasted the news from their side of the world, which caused the American government to look into the situation here. By the time they realized what had occurred, it had begun to spread like wildfire. Just like our government to be late on something important huh?

It was then that Kelli decided they should take action and the logical choice at the time was to take over WalMart, due to the fact that it has everything we could possibly need. So they drove over to WalMart and Kelli being Kelli kidnapped the head manager and forced him to close down the store. I didn't want to ask how she managed to do that because we had already previously discussed what we would do if something like this would happen. Funny, my mother said that my wild imagination would never get me anywhere, now she's probably dead. Looks like it got me a lot farther than most people. Although where I'm heading now I have no fucking clue.

Anyway, have they sequestered WalMart Kelli gave people the option of either staying here or leaving to be with their families. A majority of the people left, but those who actually had a working cerebrum stayed, well for the most part anyway. Kelli told me that some people realized their mistakes and tried to leave. Some of them did make it out, only to be eaten by the creatures waiting for them, other tried to overthrow the "Kelli Government" only to find themselves at the receiving end of a few bullets. It was after several people were killed that Kelli managed to turn toward the angry crowd and tell them they have three choices: They can be breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Other than that they were all going to stay put and try to make the best of their lives here.

A few more people tried to test this theory only to find Kelli was definitely not someone to fuck with. I was horrified at first with this news but then thought to keep my mouth shut if I wanted to live past tonight. She did have a valid point though. If anyone tried to make a run for it they could leave an area open and we could all become creature food.

"Where's Brian?" I asked her. Kelli's eyes sobered a moment before she replied that the last thing she knew was he was at FAU working. She's not sure if he's dead or alive. Everyone around us gave her words of comfort and sympathy. Although she and I knew the real truth of that particular matter. Without a second thought Kelli continued telling me that she rallied some people together and they managed to seal off all exits and started clearing out shelves to make room and to use those extra shelves to create huts.

I still can't believe the situation I find myself in. A situation we, as a joke, discussed so many times and never thought it remotely possible to happen. I feel as though I'm in some sort of nightmare loop and in real ife I'm just sleeping and will soon awake. But deep down I know this is not a dream. Deep down I know that this is real and the thought is almost more terrifying than the reality.

I hate no knowing whats going to happen. But there's nothing much I can do. The writing is actually helping me. It helps take these depresing thoughts out of my head and place them on paper. Hell maybe one day in the distant future I'll be the new Anne Frank. Someone will find this journal and think it some kind of relic from a dead era. Well this is a message to all you future people out there. If somehow we make it as a species and survive this ordeal, remember this: If you so much as try to replicate what happened here I will personally come back from the dead myself and rip you heart out and shove it your throat while shitting on your head!

They're probably going to censor that.

Aggie

Ernest Hemmingway was once challenged to write a complete short story in only six words. He came up with what he considered his best work at the time. It read:

"For sale, baby shoes: never used."

I want to extend a challenge out to anyone who reads this journal post to see what story they can tell in six words. I have added mine here for a bit of reference:

"Alone; on her special day again."

So I was readin my previous entry and noted it was quite trite and gloomy. I decided to up it up a bit and talk about something fun.

Besides being on here and writing my woes t the world my other favorite pasttime is having sex. Rough, hard, in your face, holy shit I'm going to need stitches there sex. Now, I have slept with less than 10 men but have blown quite a few more. It has been with my albeit it limited but precise experience that the only way sex could ever be pleasurable is if a little pain is involved. For myself I love getting smacked on the ass, my nipples bitten or sucked hard, and being nibbled everywhere else. I have had some paddling and whipping at one point in time and it was pleasurable. 

Anyone else care to share their sentiments on whether the like a little pain in their pleasure?

Today has been a most lackadaisical day. I find that I have been having more days such as these. It seems as if I'm being constantly placed under Karma's watchful eye. The minute I feel relaxed or happy Karma goes "Aha! I've got you now!" My boyfriend and I have been arguing constantly lately because he's noticing I've been uptight and very bitchy, but how can I not be? I fear the minute I allow myself to be happy or enjoy life the cunt rag of a bitch Karma comes and pulls the carpet out from underneath me. It's not to say that I don't have my happy moments because I do, but if I allow myself to extend that feeling for too long thats when she comes swooping in.

If I go through a whole month without something happening I know for a fact that the end of the month is going to be a nightmare. It never ceases to surprise me. I can probably predict the time, day, and event of whats going to occur and knowing full well that there's nothing I can do to stop it even if I tried. I did try once to prevent a catastrpohe from happening which caused an even bigger one to settle in its place. But I continue on, day in and day out, knowing that there's got to be some reason for the Celestial bodies for wanting to see me suffer in such a manner. 

Has anyone else ever felt the same way I do?

Hey all! First journal entry. Just wanted to test it out and see how it is!