wentworth miller

today, i googled 'son of sam'. interesting read. (his real name was david, sam was actually his neighbour's name)
yesterday, i discussed ted bundy and charles mason with my boss over lunch. (not actually lunch talk, i know)
while watching my second favorite series, supernatural, i totally got what they meant by the 'donner party'.
discovery channel expose on 'black dahlia' didnt tell me anything i didnt already kno.
i own the complete hannibal lecters trilogy and read the books.
alaistair crowley is cool. in a twisted sort of way. cool, nonetheless.
back in high school, the reference room holds this whole collection of black, hardcover old encyclopedias with silver front letterings about the mass murdering fuckheads and weird crimes over the years. i think its called 'crime and punishment'. i read the whole thing over and over again. i remembered my deskmate saying, "how can u read those? its scary. how can u sleep at night later?" it was the most facinating thing i read that time.
i remembered what i read about ted binion and lizzie borden and colombian neckties and children of thunder and castor beans and josef mengele and marquis de sade.
and now, i remember about son of sam i read today.

im really weirding myself out here.
me, freaky.
and if you know more than 6 of the people/stuff i put in bold up there then you're freaky too.

too many freaks, not enough circus..