(A/N) Regrem Erutaerc, I did it because I want to make my main character suffer. Any truly good story (mine aren't part of that category) rakes the main character(s) through the coals. It's just a part of the story that needs to happen so that Raven doesn't get through her experiences without the real life effect of disappointment. Something like that anyway. Of course, realize that just because I've said this, it doesn't mean I plan for her and Beast Boy to end up together. I've actually got some special things planned for her. Oh, and the word you were looking for is 'schmuck'. I've been called it enough to know. The Halfa Wannabe, OK, that's actually pretty dang observant and funny. I have no idea why they own a phone that they don't use, but I do have reasons why they wouldn't give out the number. It's the same reason celebrities keep their numbers secret. They don't want tons and tons of people calling who they don't know. Also, they might not give out the number because only Slade and other bad guys are allowed to call. (They've got videophone to the max at the Tower.) Plus, they don't need their phone all that much because they do that direct connect calling thing like some cell phone plans offer now. Their communicators were made by Verizon.
Disclaimer – I have a band called Ned's Ego Trip. We're kind of spread out right now (the drummer lives a thousand miles away), so we don't get much chance to play together. When we do all get back to living in the same state again then I'm going to write a song about how I don't own the Teen Titans. I think it'll be a big hit…here…and nowhere else on the entire planet.
The Annotated Raven – October 14th
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3:30 p.m.
I had lunch today with Garrett. It was nice. I called him last Monday and we set this up. I actually wasn't very hungry, so I just had a salad and we talked while we ate. I found out that he works at a record store, one of those Virgin Mega stores. He doesn't like all the commercialism, but he likes the employee discount. Kind of funny, but he didn't see why.
We still had a good time though. I like that we can relate on how life gives us a lot of annoyances to deal with. It feels good to have somebody understand that.
OK, before I keep going on about him, here're his pros and cons in a more compact format:
Pros: Reads A Lot, Has Read A Lot Of The Same Books I Have, Likes Poetry, Writes Poetry, Understands And Can Actually Use Sarcasm, Doesn't Think I'm Creepy, Not A Superhero, Good Conversationalist, Intelligent, Not Overwhelmed By My Fame Or Powers
Cons: Talks About His Problems A Little Too Much, Might Be Depressed, We Haven't Done Anything Except Talk So Far
I expect that I'll be able to knock off that last con soon. We talked about going to see a movie; he mentioned a foreign film about existentialism at a small theater down town this Wednesday. It should be fun.
Happy says that she doesn't like him. I don't know why Happy is here, but I told her to leave. She did cartwheels the whole way to the arch. I really wish Happy would lay off the sugar.
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(A/N) So there I was, surrounded by door-to-door insurance claim adjusters; when out of nowhere in particular appeared the greatest salami, provolone, sauerkraut, and pea soup sandwich the world has ever know. It saved me that day, and I thank my fixed rate full life coverage with the accidental decapitation clause every night because of it. So, review if you're feelin' it. And don't worry, when you're feelin' it, you'll know.