At 3 some guy ringed the bell. I went down and recognized it was my sister’s former boyfriend. He told me he wants to get his fishing poles back. I told him to wait downstair while I get them for him. While I was searching them, he is already in the house. He is still here right now, smoking, walking all around the house with his shoes on which btw I just washed the floor 2 days ago! Hopefully he will leave soon.
This story about how police nabbed a murder suspect by reading the Xanga journal of one of the victims kind of makes you want to blog more diligently. That, or not anymore.
The story is actually kind of interesting and horrifying, the Xanga stuff aside. The murder suspect who confessed as a result of the journal entry, came to rob his former gf for plane fare back to Hong Kong. The guy rummages through the sister's room, and not finding any money, ties the brother/blogger up, stabs him repeatedly with a butcher knife, leaves him for dead, the sister/former gf comes home, he stabs her in the neck, leaves her for dead, she somehow manages to crawl to the phone and call her current bf to get help, and she dies in the hospital an hour later from her wounds.
Anyways, here I am, typing away as the walls are crumbling in around me........
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