Killing hookers isn't doing it for me anymore

I suddenly developed the urge to kill Vanessa's roommate, Rachel.
I ran into an awkward situation with her last month, and although I gained the moral high ground, and came out as the intellectual victor...I know that I would simply feel a lot better if I was able to swing an axe onto her vagina, then at the open wound eat my way up to her stomach, tearing her flesh off with my teeth.
I am running into a great number of adversaries lately. Out of respect for the people I associate with whom associate with them, I've been heavily reluctant with my onupsmanship tactics. But sometimes I feel that even that won't be able to satisfy my emptiness inside. My anger is becoming more influential in my daily actions, and although I understand the politics of things should be better played to sustain sanity, sometimes I think I'd be much comfortable rolling in a pool of somebody's blood.

I can't play the game unless I know there is someone who poses a great risk to me, the thrill of getting caught is the only motivation for the pretense. I need a fucking challenge.
This new testosterone booster I've started taking isn't helping my problems.

Bottles I'll probably never drink.

By no means do I drink on a regular basis. In fact, the thought of alcohol doesn't even enter my mind. I do however enjoy collecting what is by all means, very difficult to acquire. I believe a bottle of wine is apart of history, and to erase history is crime. I have many treasures, here are just a few that I'm willing to show.


Always have a couple of bottles of these readily available. Woo Liang Ye. It's a fine white wine distilled from wheat. Many argue it's status surpassing that of Mao Tai, it certainly is more costly when compared in it's regular packaging. This I don't mind opening to drink, plenty of these to go around. This is a 2003.



There are many versions of the great Chinese Mao Tai, but it is so common, there is little point to show the regular packaging, whether it be exported, or those restricted to within the Motherland. This however is apart of a collection of higher echelon. Aged for at least ten years. It's very fragrance is spectacular. Although if I am able to smell it when it has never been opened before probably indicates bad news. And aging it for too long would not be a good idea.




Every household should have a bottle of wine that is of impossible value, which leaves everyone else wondering just how the hell did they manage to acquire such a treasure?
And a treasure indeed. This is a bottle of Mao Tai 2007. But it isn't just any bottle...the company, in commemoration of the PLA's (People's Liberation Army) 90th anniversary, created this exclusive design for the highest ranking members of the Force. This bottle cannot be purchased, for it is only given as a gift. Supposedly, the wine inside is the finest that company's ever made. How I managed to get my hands on one of them and get it out of the country? Well...that's my secret. I don't think I would have the heart to ever open this in my lifetime.



And of course, it wouldn't be proper if all these would be served in anything western influence.


The rest of my treasures are for the eyes, and if they're lucky, the experience of those whom I invite to my home. I think the gesture of inviting someone into one's home has lost it's meaning, with this yuppie trend of holding regular dinner parties for people of relative importance. When one is a guest in my house, they can be expected to be treat to things to which no one else can afford to serve. What those things are, should reserved to only the worthy.

I am learning just how difficult is it to help people.
They do not understand how efficient I am, and when I say I`ll take care of something, or I`ll look into it...it is done immediately after inquiring.
Giving money away is just harder in the middle class.

Capital Punishment.
That is the consequence of white collar crimes, and corruption in China. The number of people sentenced to death for such infractions just in the last five years are in the high four figures.
In the Canada & United States; zero.