[blog one!]
[hasn't figured out these things can take dictation yet, so everything's being written in a somewhat hurried, but legible scrawl, so he can keep up with his brain]
Good morning, magic crazy journal! You're not my blog from back home, but I'm pretty sure you're kind of the same thing. Only with paper and a pen. You know.
Random thought: I think I'm going to miss keyboards.
ANYWAY. Wow, so I'm in a giant magic castle of crazy. Why don't we just assume that I'm putting "magic" before everything, because that'll make it a lot easier. I'll probably get sick of writing "magic" otherwise. "magic magic magic", see, I'm sick of it already. But that doesn't make the magicness any less AWESOME. I mean, come on, I don't have to go to work, anymore!
[the writing gets a lot less legible here, as if he thinks writing it messier will make it invisible] I also don't get to go to McLaren's anymore and make fun of Robin or talk to Marshall, or Lily. Or whoever my Brand New Wingman last night was. That kind of bothers me. I usually remember my wingmen. Like smallish bro, Neko. See? I remember his name! It must have been the bump on the head when I fell off the table.
[legibly, again]Moving on! I took a bath this morning in my great big awesome bathroom so I don't smell like beer anymore. And get this: THERE ARE SUITS IN MY WARDROBE. Really nice ones. I think I'm going to sit here in this big awesome bathrobe of awesome manliness I found, for at least an hour, and try to pick one out. And then I'm going to go and look around at stuff. Stuff that is not the three bars, because bars are for night time awesomess, and there's got to be other stuff around here. I mean, it's a magic castle!
Good morning, magic crazy journal! You're not my blog from back home, but I'm pretty sure you're kind of the same thing. Only with paper and a pen. You know.
Random thought: I think I'm going to miss keyboards.
ANYWAY. Wow, so I'm in a giant magic castle of crazy. Why don't we just assume that I'm putting "magic" before everything, because that'll make it a lot easier. I'll probably get sick of writing "magic" otherwise. "magic magic magic", see, I'm sick of it already. But that doesn't make the magicness any less AWESOME. I mean, come on, I don't have to go to work, anymore!
[the writing gets a lot less legible here, as if he thinks writing it messier will make it invisible] I also don't get to go to McLaren's anymore and make fun of Robin or talk to Marshall, or Lily. Or whoever my Brand New Wingman last night was. That kind of bothers me. I usually remember my wingmen. Like smallish bro, Neko. See? I remember his name! It must have been the bump on the head when I fell off the table.
[legibly, again]Moving on! I took a bath this morning in my great big awesome bathroom so I don't smell like beer anymore. And get this: THERE ARE SUITS IN MY WARDROBE. Really nice ones. I think I'm going to sit here in this big awesome bathrobe of awesome manliness I found, for at least an hour, and try to pick one out. And then I'm going to go and look around at stuff. Stuff that is not the three bars, because bars are for night time awesomess, and there's got to be other stuff around here. I mean, it's a magic castle!