PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Some idiot just trashed my hotel room. My bets are, whoever it was busted through the door in hopes of getting their grimy hands on some important information. Well, guess what? I don’t keep my info locked in the vault sitting in the closet you dumbass. That was a folder filled with old pictures and approximately 20 dollars and sixty two cents. So congratulations, you now have a few family photos uploaded to a CD and enough money to get yourself a nice pair of pants at Wal-Mart. Tsk tsk, it looks like somebody is going to be in trouble when the boss sees what you got. I hope he strangles you, moron.

But anyway, I heard from some bird that a bunch of leeches are going to be holding an all you can eat buffet at the Grand Avenue Night Club, tonight at around ten-ish. So if anyone wants to come and kill things with me show up with a piece of wood, or you know, whatever you want to dust things with.

So, on a scale of 1 to 10 I feel like shit right now. 

Hey, you wanna know something random that I used to totally take for granted?  Besides the sun, I mean, everybody's probably all fuckin' whining about that.  And besides, like, the Thursday night ESPN schedule, and monthly air raid drills, and my inevitable career in the majors. 

Nah, I'm talkin' Dunkin' Donuts.  Their things with the cream filling in 'em?  Fucking delish.  Used to be a treat once in a while t'go have a cream donut and an iced coffee.

Just checked their website and there ain't one in the entire state of California that I can find.  Goddamn. 

Thank you for telling me I died, everyone. It was very considerate of you. I can't believe you would keep something like that from me. What have I done to any of you that would make you want to keep such important news from me?

I've let the Hyperion for now. I guess I just couldn't stay around knowing that you might know other things that I don't that could affect me in the long run. I didn't want to say anything right away.. Just in case you had realized I had gone and wanted to know why. Which you didn't. It's fine, really. I can understand why no one would notice my disappearance. I haven't made much of a huge impression.

Um.. yeah. I basically just needed to get that off my chest. It's kind of big to find out from Princess Azula of all people someone that you had passed away in another world. Yeah.. Stay safe!

I wish to go back into space. I have no reason to stay on Earth other than to help Mister Luthor and cheer up Miss Elisabeth. Because no one should make Miss Elisabeth sad except the people on the tell-me-vision. I want to go back to my space adventures. Who wants to have a space adventure with me? We can have plenty of Oreos and it will be so gay and dashing!

Mister Luthor, is it all right if my friend Miss Elisabeth comes around to watch movies on the tell-me-vision with me? We promise not to make a mess with the pop.. pop whatever that stuff she said she was bringing is.