December 19th, 2006
Well, I'm bored. So I figured I'd do one of these survey thingys.
Name: The Amazing Spider-Man.
Age: MYOB
Occupation: Part time superhero, full time comedian
Location: New York
Drinker: I'll start if it'll help me with my problems
Smoker: Same as above
When was the last time you cried? Last night, actually, when I had to reset my own arm. Yeah, ouch.
When was the last time you hurt someone? Last night, actually, when I had to kick Venom's ass for breaking my arm
When was the last time you laughed? When I made fun of Doc Ock. Hah, his anger and frustration makes my day
What was the first thing you said this morning? Me? Oh, I moaned in pain because I slept on my arm wrong. The one that was broken.
Why are you doing this survey? Why am I not doing this survey?
Okay. I'm done with surveys. How pointless is that? Ugh. Man, my arm hurts. I'm gonna put it on ice. Does ice really help? Seriously? Or have I just been wasting my time by freezing my bruises until they turn blue and go numb?
You know what ticks me off? I'm stuck home on my couch with a first-aid kit while the Fantastic Four have their own freakin' hospital wing! Their own fancy-pants, marble floored, multi-bed medical center! And don't even ask me about the X-Men; that school is crazy. I should just show up on their doorstep and go "Hey, I'm a mutant" just so I can get the perks. But Wolverine doesn't like me too much. All he does is drink beer and watch football. And hell, he smells bad. I don't like him either. So ha!
COMMENTS:
(subj: hell no)
Don't you dare show you're webbed ass at my school. I'll go crazy.
--Logan
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(hospital wing)
If you ever need help, lemme know. I'm sure Reeds wouldn't mind you takin' up a bed in the hospital wing. Take care, Spidey.
--Ben Grimm