Hackers suck

And I'm back. I know you all were wondering where I was. The truth is I was here. Without internet. Which is the most irritating thing in the world. I wasn't able to play WoW or watch Youtube for like a MONTH. Just fuck hackers man.

But the point is that I'm back and I'm as bored as ever. Although Zombie might be getting an account soon. He hasn't said yes yet per se but I'm sure I can convince him. I can't really tell you why I want Zombie to blog with me so much. I mean I do value the things he says but I live with him you know? I pretty much know how his life is going. But whatever. Company's good.

So I guess I didn't have much to say. But whatever. Totally back now. Make note of it.

Back to blogging

I know, you guys totally missed me. Well, you don't have to worry anymore. I'm back. And I have not quit this blogging shit. Because hey, it's something to do. And I can bother my coworkers even when they lock the doors and refuse to let me in.

Anyway, I was in South America flying some Numb around. That's why I haven't been around lately. Bet you didn't realize that the boss operates in South America did you? Ethnocentrists.

But aside from a fiasco at a refueling station that I will only talk about if I'm REALLY drunk, the trip was uneventful. Course, then I get home and everything's gone to shit. Why do I miss everything cool?

Turns out that the guy who lives down the hall from me had a nervous breakdown, then went blind and became our leader. Heck of an organization we've got here. Bungle absolutely everything up and get a promotion. If that's all it takes, why the fuck am I out here doing my job?

Due to the change in management, we have a lot of switch ups and transfers and weird goings on. Which should be interesting but it's really not. I'm bored again. This is becoming a trend and I hate it.

Maybe I'll get Zombie to start posting in here. It's something to do at least.

Bored

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.

Thoughts and stuff

I've been thinking about Poe a lot.

Poe used to live in my apartment. We were friends sort of. She didn't talk too much and every partner she had seemed to think I was a joke. She's Numb now. Nothing going on upstairs. Her roomate/boyfriend/who the fuck knows has been whining about it for weeks. I find that stupid. I mean, we're not girls. Please cut off all that emotional crap.

But I did like Poe. She reminded me of Emily. Emily sort of brought me into this mess. Not that I blame her, since I'm like twelve times cooler now. Really I just miss her. I wish I could show her all this, tell her that the slender man was real, show her what I was doing. But I don't think I'll ever see her again.

Funny huh? sometimes in this business people circle each other. Things come back to haunt you. But not her. I've never heard a whisper.

I should have asked her out. Or at least told her I liked her. Because now for all I know she's a vegetable like Poe.

Why do all the nice girls end up braindead.

That's right, it's me

I made a blog. Can't really say why, since I always thought blogs were sort of for losers. No Messi, I am not going to apologize for that. Ok, I'll apologize for Poe. Since she's kind of braindead now. But most bloggers are losers. Except for me. I am pretty damn awesome.

My name's Muad'Dib. You've probably heard of me. If you haven't, you are either stupid or live in a nice comfortable home and have never had a bald stalker hang outside your window. I guess that's a lot to give up just to know who I am. So perhaps you should not read anymore and enjoy not being homeless.

As for the rest of you, you should know me. I'm Muad'Dib. Most badass pilot around. And yeah, my boss is an eldritch abomination that abducts children and has several psychotic literary named killers running around after teenagers. It's much better than working fast food, let me tell you.

So why did I start a blog? I don't know, maybe because so far the only way people know me right now is through Messi's blog, and he makes me look like a fucking idiot. And if you don't know who Messi is, you're the lucky ones. He's a coworker, lives in the same complex to me, thinks he's the greatest thing in the universe. Which of course turned one of the few people who I actually cared about Numb, meaning I will carry a grudge against him for the rest of my natural and unnatural life. But that's a different story entirely.

The thing is, I want you to know me. I want to be famous. Like redlight. I mean, what has he ever done to have everyone know him? Ooooh, I wear the same hoodie every day. Good for you. Really, if I ever meet him I am going to punch him in the face.

Was there a point in all this? I don't know, I can't remember.

I'm here folks, and I'm here for good.