Dec 06, 2009 10:09
Dear diary,
I seem to have put myself in quite a fix! That Ellie was right Calerian fireale does pack quite the punch. Or maybe I'm just not as young as I used to be- but who is? That's what happens to people: they get older. Where was I?
Oh, that's right. I was drunk. And somehow in my night of wild debauchery, I seem to have misplaced my shirt. I don't think Ellie took it...she seemed like a very nice barmaid. You see, diary, my life has gotten pretty complicated, lately! You fall asleep in a bed, you wake up with leaves in your hair. Life is poetic.
But, I found this journal, so I figure the best thing to do is write in it. I have a lot of troubles to catalog, so writing them down seems like a good start! Maybe someone is trying to tell me something.
Well, that's all I've got to report for now. Tomorrow, I will have a wonderful new story about the fantastic, definitely not inebriated Nash Clovis and his successful search for a shirt.
dude where's my shirt,
of course i don't know what i'm doing,
making an entrance,
my imaginary friend ellie