Ok, still a little bit in awe that I'm back and forth between being in space and possibly on another planet, but I have to say I'm kind of enjoying this.
Thanks to my sugar daddy benefactor Tony Stark, this bitch is about to franchise her shit. That's right, ladies and gents, The End Zone is opening a second location, this time in Doom Republic, near the hospital. Which of course also bears his name.
BTW, dude... if I gotta take a dump there, do I have to ask to use The Doom Toilet?
Anyway. My homegirl Maria's gonna be in charge of the day-to-day there, including hiring. I'll just be owning the shit, and probably turning up a lot to be a pain in the ass and act like I own the place. Cause I do.
I really didn't feel like singing or anything else those little things had to offer. If I'm going to find love, I'd much prefer to do it the old fashioned way.
Alright, talk to me, folks. What's been going on lately?
Been a little preoccupied, what with having a foster kid who could make rudeness an Olympic sport, and a fiance who spends his free time with a hot young genius tinkering with a giant robot that could potentially kill us all.
So is there anythin' people like doing for fun? Like not theme parks, 'cause I don't have the money, and not homework 'cause that's boring but ... fun.
My social life may have gone the way of the dinosaurs, Limp Bizkit, and Pogs, but at least I have a kick-ass job. Always good to have something to be glad about.
You know... it kinda occurred to me that I don't even really think I have enough friends here to fill the wedding party. If Luis was here I'd Best-Man the hell outta him just for the inevitable killed reception toast.
Time to figure out who my Groomsmen-By-Default are!
I'm eleven weeks pregnant.. it still shocks me that I am. I'm really happy though. Pretty soon we'll able to know what we're having. Snow has been taking care of me but I do need to find a doctor soon.