A nice day topside

Maybe the shrink was right about this online-journaling thing. I started surfing online and had a chat with Twisted Noggin of Greymattermeltingpot. Turns out, we go way back (by human standards, anyway). I picked up her mom, all 4 grandparents, a bunch of aunts, uncles, friends, etc… I remember some of them. She sure surrounds herself with an eccentric bunch of wackos. Some of them are hilarious, though. Most of them I had to pick up on #3 orders (cancer, that is), so some of them were relieved to go. That Dawn chick kicked me straight in the balls, though, after all the pain I saved her from. She was feisty. She never whined about only being in her 30’s but she was not about to leave her kids and husband behind without a fight. I must admit, I admired her. I still meet up with her now and then for Coronas and pop-rocks.

Anyway, Twisted doesn’t seem to hold too big a grudge. She knows it wasn’t my choice who went or when, but she misses them a lot. We had a great chat. I bought her a few Guinness at the local pub so we could talk face-to-skull. She said that the whole new-look thing wasn’t necessarily a bad idea, but not to try and be someone I’m not. She said to try something that embraced who I was, even the things I was insecure about. Apparently, she was horribly embarrassed about being so tall when she was younger. She started wearing super-tall boots and just going with it. Now, she gets a kick out of the whole Amazon-thing. So, I tried to go with the whole tough-spooky image. I got some cool spike jewelry and pierced my jaw. It looks pretty wild and didn’t even hurt. I got a new cloak that really flows cool behind me. I look like Darth Vader or something. I don’t know… it may not get me a Mrs Reaper, but a little confidence never hurts.

Peace out,
The real Grim Shady

Stupid Therapist

The new cloak idea sucked. Changing my image was a rotten idea. No one would take me seriously at all. Some idiot sprayed me with red paint thinking the fur was real. I almost took him in, but he has several years to go. His destined death is a slow and rough one, so I have motive to be patient.

I've been petitioning to be allowed a Mrs. Death. I saw some chick at the pub, recently, and she's due to kick the bucket within the week. So, maybe I could still take her out of the world, but just keep her here with me. Win-win, you know? Normally, my position is a solitary one and my quarters are off limits to anyone but me. Still, I'm working on an addendum to my contract that would allow me a partner of sorts.

They're talking about requiring she be willing, though. Where am I supposed to find a hot babe who wants to spend her life with a skeleton? Maybe I can just trick one into eating pomegranite. Worked for Hades, kinda.

Lonely in Sheol,
rimmy-G

A new look

My therapist said maybe I could regain enthusiasm for my job if I went for a new look or image or something. At first I thought she was crazy, but I started thinking about making a new cloak and, as I was shopping online for fabrics, I started to get into the idea.
I picked out some stuff that will put James Brown's capes to shame. I also found some fake leapord fur for the lining and it is so soft. It looks really realistic, too.
I might get some funky elevator boots or something to go with it. Then again, added heigth might just make me more intimidating. I think I want to go less scary, more sexy.

Here goes nothin

Well, I think it's stupid but my therapist says I need to "cronicle my thoughts" and "get in touch with the inner-Death". I think it's a load of hooey. Of course I'm miserable with my job. Sure, it was fun at first... touch some guy with a boney finger and he drops like a fly in a stream of Raid. I used to get a real kick out of it. Sometimes they'd just drop at the sight of me. But, come on... any job will get old after all this time. I don't even know how many years it's been. Of course, I got so carried away (power-drunk, I guess) that I went trigger-happy on the dinosaurs and wiped them out. I dont' miss them, though. Humans are more fun.

I'm just tired, you know? I need some time off or a change of pace, or something. It's not like I can get promoted or anything. Where would they find a new Death? I need to do something though. I've gotten complacent and taken the wrong people a few times. I just need some rest. Maybe I'll take a nap.

Tired in Sheol,
Reap