Tempest came by to talk to Zombie today. Which means that I got kicked out of the apartment. They like to talk in private, though I don't know why. Zombie tells me everything afterwards. I get the feeling that Tempest doesn't like me. Whatever, the feeling's mutual.
But it meant that I actually went outside for once. When I'm not flying, I don't usually do that. There really isn't much out there. Grass, maybe. Concrete. Oooooh, New York is so pretty. Fucking bullshit.
Plus, it's not like I can really go meet anyone. I tried a couple times, but there are so many times that I can say I'm a pilot for a private organization before I want to just flat out mention the big guy. Doesn't help that most people are rock boring. I'm sort of glad that I got to room with Zombie. Not saying that I'm glad he's here, because he's got this whole long torture and sister kidnapping and mind control story that is actually kind of terrible. And includes snakes. But Zombie is good people, which is so rare the fact that I get to spend every day with him is just the coolest thing ever.
Shut up Holiday. You're the one who calls Theta an Adonis. I'm far less gay than you. Also, my blog name is totally subtle.
Everyone else can ignore that part. It's sort of an inside thing.
So, I went out today. It was boring. I've begun to realize that my life is totally boring. You would think that working for a faceless monster would be interesting. But most of it is just sitting on my ass playing x-box until Tempest tells me to go somewhere. I am going to die if something doesn't happen.
Which reminds me, I need to go get some shaving cream.