Dear Journal,
Hello again. I, the great Mr. Coconut have returned. You may stop your weeping, I know it must have depressed you not to be in my presence. You're probably wondering how a journal can weep. Well, since I am a coconut that's able to move and think, I've come to the conclusion that anything is possible, really.
Anyways, today something amazing happened. Something magical. I actually met a being that was like me.
It wasn't a fellow coconut though. No, it was a potato.
This potato had black markings that made up his face. It was so poorly drawn that it keeps me from saying he was a handsome potato. Although, no one can compare their looks to the looks of mine.
I'm just lucky to have been blessed with such beauty. But I digress.
I assume the spud had figured out how to roll about just as I have. I would ask him, but alas, neither of our drawn mouths could open so we just sort of sat there in total and awkward silence until a seagull came and took him away.
Poor potato. And poor seagull too, because right as the thing took flight a UFO appeared and abducted it.
Yeah. You see some very odd things when you're a lonely coconut rolling around on the beach.
Well, that's all for now. I need to go make sure my green hair looks okay. I've got a hot date with a woman rock.
And no, I did not make her up, thank you very much.
Adios,
Mr. Coconut
I think this is going to be one of my favorite things I've ever had to write. X) God bless you guys and good night.