PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

...they waxed me. I WAS THE MOST INTERESTING PERSON HOW COULD THEY DO THAT?!

EDIT: WHAT THE HELL IS GILMORE GIRLS?!

EDIT 2: This actor. Is ridiculous. He was on a show called GILMORE GIRLS.

EDIT 3: Dean - Days of Our Lives.
7th Heaven.
Sweet Valley High.
Wishbone.
Dawsons Creek.

Wow, are there always crazy people here? This place definitely isn't safe for Bloo or anybody. No wonder Miss Claire was worried. I guess she's gone.. I haven't heard from her in a while.

Wilt helped me fix up the empty rooms. It helps that he's so tall. It's a lot of work keeping Foster's running. I don't know how Frankie does it.

It's sort of weird not being in school, too.

Has anybody seen Cheese? He's short and yellow and he has a big head and he does weird stuff and he looks like this:



He snuck out a couple of hours ago and now I can't find him. Me and Bloo and Wilt are gonna go look for him and if anyone sees him, Jackie Khones and Eduardo and Coco will be here. Oh man, I hope he didn't get eaten by a monster.

Why is everybody fighting? This is stupid. Instead of arguing who's right (since everybody is), isn't it easier to get off the computer and actually go do stuff? You can't protect your families by threatening everyone. All that does is make people angrier.



Grown-ups are so dumb, sometimes.

Ohhh.. I guess that was a vampire. Scary. We dumped paint on him and Coco kicked him out the door. Now he's pretty mad, I guess, but so far he hasn't been able to get back in. Eduardo's pretty nervous about it, but I told him that everything would be fine. He's sticking close right now.

I found Cheese. He was in the washer, like I thought he might've been. Bloo's been keeping an eye on him. I left them in the kitchen eating cookies. Hopefully, they won't try getting out again.



I guess people here really aren't used to having imaginary friends that aren't.. well.. imaginary. Weird.

Is Batman really here?

[Filtered to Batman - in case you are really here like they're saying]
Hi, my name is Micah. And I know that you're really good at saving people, so do you think you could help my Mom? She's really sick and I know that maybe it's not what you do, saving sick people, but I think that you can find out who made her sick and maybe they'll give you a cure or something.

Thanks. Even if you can't. For, um, reading.

- Micah Sanders

When I said I wanted a vacation I should have specified that my vacation of choice does not include the following: An excessive amount of cameras positioned outside of my building, vampires with fashion senses that I haven’t seen in person since the late eighties, a receptionist who would rather pull up youtube and watch George Bush trying his hardest (and failing) to not say something that sounds like it's just come straight from the mouth of a seventh grade boy, when she should be doing what I pay her to do, and most importantly, a clown whose sanity is as dead as prehistoric America.

But thinking about it, I have no right to complain. It could be worse. I could still be on America’s Most Wanted. I could be in an asylum with padded walls and heavy medication. The list goes on.

[Filtered to Barbara Gordon]
Do you mind if I drop by within the next few days? I’d like to see you.

[ooc: Posted as Bruce Wayne]

Uhh.. how'd Foster's get here? How'd I get here? Where's here exactly, anyway? ARRGH, this is so confusing! Where are Frankie and Madame Foster and Mr. Herriman? Everybody else is here, but they're not, and Eduardo's panicking, and Bloo keeps trying to run out and explore, and Coco's REALLY LOUD and Wilt's trying to be helpful and he's only IN THE WAY and now I'm confused and frustrated and the spell-check on this thing isn't very good!

Mom's gonna be really mad if I'm not home for dinner.


Oh, hey, Coco found a newspaper. I guess we're in Los Angeles.



WHY ARE WE IN LOS ANGELES? Oh my gosh! I'm gonna get grounded!