Damn

Today I have the most humungous headache. I don't know why. I think I'll blame the smokers in this town. It seems like I can't walk an inch without running into a puff of smoke or someone flicking ashes at me. My only solace is the annoyance and complaints they give me when I dunk their cigarettes in water. That's a bit refreshing. Speaking of water, it has rained for the last 3 days! :(
At least you like it, Skippy. You can dance in it all you want. But I hate it. Don't give me that look.
Whatever.
Back where I'm from there is no rain. Everything replenishes itself naturally without messing with icky wetness and such.
I am so homesick. When we find a way home, I may leave even you, Skippy.
At least Halloween is coming up, there are so many parties this weekend that I want to crash.

What a waste

I am the greatest, that is a fact, so I don't understand why I am here....

This town blows. Skip says we shouldn't use our powers around these silly humans. Skippy wants to be nice to everyone. It's not like the old days where I can drink as long as I want from the milk shake machine or take off my head and juggle it to scare a couple of brats. We're trying to fit in, i guess. Goddess knows why. Whatever, if it weren't for Skippy I would have already blown this place up. There isn't even anything to do here, except beat up the drunks or set couches on fire, and those get old quick. It's not like home where the cops know my name and my file is the longest there is. No, here no one knows me and they never blame me. They say I'm too pretty, that it's obviously whoever else is in the area. It pisses me off. I want it to be like the old days. But Skippy is having fun. And she is all that matters, i suppose.