May 27, 2008 01:29
So I woke up on a nice, not completely soggy beach from that storm we had two or three days ago. Upside, it's warm. Downside, there are no babes running around in their underwear. Upside, there's a beach in my bed.
Okay, it's a deserted island. And a magic notepad. That I stole from Gus, but it's magic. With magic writing spontaneously appearing every once in awhile. That seems like a very bad joke from some kids book with enchanted diaries. Except it's a notepad, not some really old blank book with someone else's name on it. Just the secretary's phone number-
Oh, yeah, the island. Pretty small, like about a mile across anyway you go small. Warm. Maybe below the sunbelt. And my bed's still here. I can roll back on through the (barriers? Thatsit?) whenever. Which is totally awesome, I mean, how many guys can say they rocked their beds right through reality itself? I mean, honestly! That's pretty sweet right there.
But, the real question is whether or not the Magic Notepad is, in fact, a two-way Magic Notepad. Well, either that, or if somewhere out there, there really are aliens among us. Other than the illegal kind.
"Are there any amnimals in here?"
I think I'll name Mr. Magic Notepad Tommy.