Superman's journal after he hit puberty. Sunday may 10th.  Mother's day on earth: Ok, so I know I'm invulnearble to bullets, and I can outrun trains; and leap skyscrapers in a single bound. And I can punch whole dimensions of existence into existence or non-existence. After seeing them with my supes-vision.

But I got hair growing places, and the razors just fail, because they are made of steel, which I am invulnerable to. Hold on, Lex luthor left some kryptonite around here. Maybe I could use that to shave.  

Ah yes, the kryptonite made me feel fresh. Especially after lathering myself with Old Spice Aftershave original sensitive lotion.

And then I payed soccer with my nephews. And I kicked the ball into space. Hold on, I'll just fly, Noo wait I'm just Clark Kent. I'm a samall town boy. I can't fly into space. And even if I coulld, I wouldn't. Space is whack.  Unless I want to turn back time to save Lois Lane, who is this stupid girl at school that wants to win a pulitzer prize or like an AVG award for porn, you tell me.  I think she likes trophies, meanwhile, I can punch shit into existence or nonexistence, and my dad is Marlon fucking Brando. And I can turn back time by turning back the earth, and at some point in time, Gene Hacman's girlfriend will save me from drowning, and then I will have to hoard the kryptonite so I can keep shaving.

I'll just tenderize this meat and we'll have a bbq. Ok kids, look away. I may just punch this in another dimension. Pay attention to the coals. Does supes eat? Oh Yeah! those dimensional punching muscles are hard to come by, pilgrim.

May 11th, 2011. 49 year old teacher at school, Mr. Logan says, you dropped your journal, Kent