Apokolips Now! Comm

Alright, so according to my internet friends here... whom I can't imagine I can trust. I mean, it's the internet. Still... there seems to be some sort of relevance to what they're saying--that being said, I'm of like mind that I've stumbled into the realm where everyone is a troll and it's my job to out troll them. I can do this, I promise.

On the off chance that I am mistaken and this is, in fact, Metropolis and realities are all sorts of whacked out, and Snooki's baby is now President of the United States... then I should probably say hi.

Hi.

I'm Peter Parker. And this better not count on my Metra Card.

And this PDA is pretty alright, I mean it's no Android or iOS, but I can go without Angry Birds for another day.

Right so I’m told that this is the place to get in touch with people because apparently answering the damn phone is a foreign concept now. I was gone for five weeks and we suddenly forget all phone etiquette rules? Were you all raised in a barn? The answer to that is no. Only one of you was raised in a barn and I know for a fact that his mother and father raised him to answer the damn phone. Try me. I will so call Mrs. K up and complain about this if I don’t hear anything in an hour. I’ll probably call her up anyway considering the whole vanishing act that I did.

But right, new people. Hi, I’m Lois. Lois Lane. Reporter for the Daily Planet--well, former reporter for the Daily Planet but that’s minor technicality right now. Cousin to the girl who decided to make a really awesome fort out of a building in downtown Metropolis and set you all up with this network. If you need anything just ask. I have one of Oliver’s credit cards so I can definitely be of use.

Oh, and Ollie , I used that card for some retail therapy because I needed shoes. And clothes. And makeup. And possibly a new wallet/purse combo.

Who knew that being gone for five weeks and not paying rent in that time would have your landlord kick you out of your place and sell all your stuff? Thank god most of my things were still at the Talon.

Clocks ticking people who owe me a phone call back. Which call Chloe's because I no longer have mine. That five week thing is kind of a bitch.

Alright... so uh... I think I may have gotten on the wrong train.