Out of my Justice League

So it's come to my attention that I'm pretty boring at the moment. I read books and comics. I watch television and movies. I eat and I sleep. I shun the outside world. It's a good life but it hardly makes for good writing.

For example: There is a puzzle in the newspaper next to the syndicated comics (which by the way suck big fat balls). The puzzle has nine letters one of which is emboldened. The aim of the puzzle is to create as many words of four letters or more using only the letters provided and the emboldened letter must be used. There is always at least one nine letter word and I'm usually pretty good at getting it.

Yesterdays word was paunchier. Paunchier. If funnier means to be more funny then paunchier means to be paunchy. What the fuck? You can have a paunch but since when could you be paunchy? How boring am I?

So I asked a girl to the movies. I didn't do it for myself, ordinarily she'd be way to hot for me to bother with, I did it for you. I haven't met her in real life, which is probably why she said yes, but she sent me some photos that I won't post because I'm not a meanie. She's also seen a pretty bad photo of me and is still willing to see a movie with me which can only be a good thing. Apparently she wants someone funny, rich and smart but I'm pretty sure I can fool her. We haven't set a date yet or what movie we're gonna see.

I'll let you know if anything interesting happens... (especially if I can found out what her super power is)