Last night was so cool! It snowed pretty hard and everyone stayed indoors leaving the city all to us. The Gasman nailed me in the head with a snowball while I was mid flight but I got him back with a sneak air bomb attack. He should know better than to attack the Max.
afterwards we just sat in the park watching the snow fall...
times like this I know there's a god
I found this note in Max's sweatshirt pocket. It was pretty nice so I thought I'd put it up here.
Is this what communication has come down to? I mean it’s a necessity for us – the flock I mean. We have to communicate this way. If people find us we die. So a blog is a safe place for us. But normal everyday people choose to talk this way. That makes me sad. Normal people are weird too.
If I wasn't so sure the Erasers were lurking, looking to rip us apart
I'd spread my wings and fan myself.
Phoenix is friggin' hot.
Like, the sun itself would be cooler.
Flew up to the only shady, breezy spot I could find.
Palm tree is a calm tree...for the moment.
Can you believe it? Nudge made a snow angel in the snow with her wings and it really does look like an angel. Very cool!
Great. We finally find that we can hide in Central Park and this guy Christo puts up 7,500 orange flags! Everyone and I mean EVERYONE is here in the park... Ugh we’re on the move again. And it's too bad too. I really like 'em!
HI, I'M FANG.
I'M GENETICALLY ENGINEERED, I HAVE WINGS AND I CAN FLY.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
Will I ever be able to meet anyone
and not feel like a freak?
Her name is Miranda.
She's a sophomore.
She let me listen to her iPod.
I helped her with her algebra.
Snag this shirt and support Total!
