We all know (or atleast have heard of ) the story of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, right? Story of a respectable Dr by day and Killer by night....

Well, "she" walks the streets in living colour in rainy, dreary England:

Her blonde hair neatly, almost eerily perfectly tied in a chignon on the centre of her head.. something eminently (almost) human beaconing in her blue eyes (and make no mistake, if you mistakenly name them green... you are on the hit list! take note!).. A little austere with herself, perfection at her job.. I think she has an approved tolerance for others (in daytime anyway). But after a few conversations with this little friend of mine, it is very apparent that when she sits on the germ infested bus everyday to and from work, pink blackberry in hand, ipod in ears.. her mind is plotting.....

As she hears the increasing "thump thump" of someone's ghetto music so loud it overrides everyone's ability to talk or think.. her indignation grows - skin itches, neck hive infested from the anger growing... creeping in her veins... as if like a switch.. her attention all the more sharply and decisively arrested.. her mind goes to her "happy place" her thoughts turn to wrapping her wrists in her fightclub tape, tying down the dreadful bus dwellers and pulverizing them one by one - laughing in glee as the blood splatters... hair coming undone.. rage... pleasure - its all the same...

This petite blond whom i fondly refer to as a homer simpson look-alike- usually calm, groomed and well spoken, who is a self proclaimed psychologist-to-be, but assissin wanna-be - licks her lips at the thought of offing some people one by one!

It is her who taught me various meanings of psychological disorders..

So, you call this "Multiple personality disorder"? I just call her Amy Crooks!

Oh.. yes, i used surnames - because she is convinced that no one who reads this blog knows who she is....

Good luck chicky! BUUWWAAAHHAAAA