Suburbia Never Felt Creepier

Okay, this is pretty sweet. Forget Jim Morrison, I'm Bond, James Bond.

ITEX

Fly on,
Fang

New Years Eve!!!!!

Ohmigosh. You guys are so weird sometimes! And seriously, I want to talk about New Years. So here goes.

Like, I really like my wings. I think they’re a good feature. I mean it’s not like you’re reading Seventeen and there’s a headline saying “New ways to makeover your wings for fall!” Maybe someday…if there were ever enough bird kids out there to read articles about fashion savvy looks for people with WINGS.… Okay. I am BLABBING.

What I’m getting at here is that I TOTALLY wanted to go to a fancy party with chandeliers and sparkling drinks in fluted glasses and wear high heels and show off my wings. I mean I know I’m eleven. But I bet I could walk good in heels. I mean, I can fly, so I’m used to being tall. So anyway, I wanted to wear high heels and a dress like, uh, this one.

But last I checked we’re not exactly normal. So it wasn’t like we had, like Trixie from math class’s New Years Eve party to go to or anything. It’s the kind of thing that would make me sad, if we didn’t have Max to take care of us. But we DO have Max to take care of us, so off we went for the New Year soaring on up to New York City!

We perched on a ledge over Times Square and it was soooo pretty. (Gazzy wanted to perch behind the Cup O'Noodles except too bad it's not there anymore!) So instead we settled for some big skyscraper and up there, all we could hear was the wind. Everyone down below us was glittering and celebrating, but when the ball dropped, for us it was quiet.

xoxoxo… Nudge

You can call me Jim Morrison any day.

{{winks}}

Fly on,

Fang

Live Hard Die Young: Umm, Eek.

Fang is dark and brooding! Fang is dark and brooding!

Hahahahhahahahahaha. His new nickname is Jim Morrison.

Wait, Jim Morrison died at 27.

James Dean died at 24.

I don't like to think about this.

Yours,

Max

Planet Telex, You Are my Itex

I’m going to tell you something. Bird kid to kid. I’m going to look at you hard with my hawk eyes and I’m going to tell you what it’s like to fly.

Up.

So I mean, I guess I didn’t have to tell you anything at all. But then. That works for me.

Fly on,

Fang