The Mysterious Tale of the Man Who Didn't Do Much

Chapter 9: Jackson's Journal: Entry 2

To kind of quote a classic: (that the princess probably knows about by now.) *gasp* Here goooes- I read, I revengenced -not too closely- I failed to yield at a crosstalk, I changed the game without signaling while they were blushing a bright red and my mind was speediiiiiiiiing! Whatever... Anyway, I can't get over the princesses comment to me. "Yeah, you've still got it." Hot diggedy damn... The Mr. Bean face is fading in all too clearly. Jackson, get your mind outta the gutter. A pony princess flirted with you, a pegasus cuddled with you, what's next? The unicorn is gonna want to- ... Said it once... I'll say it again. Mind. Out. Of. Gutter. It's all kinds of dirty in that gutter of mine. They are animals, Jack. Animals! They're nice, but... I dunno. This is gonna be hard. On them, not me! Don't go thinking that! How old are they, even? From their maturity... I wanna say... early twenties. I hope they're around my age. That would make it so much easier to be friends. And only friends. Even if this is on my mind... The Rainbow one is my favorite. That's all for now, bye bye, journal!

(A/N Sorry for such a short chapter. I might make it up, might not. I'm probably writing you read this. Either that or I'm asleep.. )