"Cast away on a desert island, me and poor Crusoe are sharing the same fate~"

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.
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