July ?, 2005

I'm still going with my first explanation. I have never been so happy in my entire life. How corny did that sound? I'm serious though. I mean, it's not one specific thing, it's just, like…I dunno. I'm happy. I love this. I'm being waited on hand and foot by this hot guy. Oh, did I mention he's hot? Well, he is. Yeah, I actually saw him. He gave me something to drink. In a half coconut. Tasted like some strawberry/pineapple thing. With something that I can't quite identify, but I know I've had. He's so sweet. He held it up to my lips and everything. I said thanks. He didn't say anything. I wonder if he can talk. Heck, I wonder where he came from in the first place. I mean, people don't just manifest in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he was shipwrecked too. As a baby or something. And was raised by wolves. Like The Jungle Book. Lol. Maybe he only speaks wolf. I'd better learn. But I don't really care that we can't talk. He just smiles at me and stuff. Man, he's got a beautiful smile. Something like a mixture of Elvis, Brad Pitt, and Clark Gable. Or maybe I'm just making that up. But he's really hot. His hair is almost as dark as mine. Kinda long, but I've seen boys at school with longer! And a great body. Skinny but muscular. Good grief, I just read over that. I sound like Becky. No! I'm turning to the Dark Side! He's wearing this weird loincloth/leaf thing. You know, like in the movies. He's so beautiful. So traditional jungle-boy-ish. If I could draw, I'd draw him. Only my drawing skills consist of lines and dots. And even those come out wrong. About as atrocious as my handwriting. I've just been kinda sleeping on and off all day. Relapsing from whatever the heck I had. I guess I'm still sorta sick-ish. But really improved. Thanks to him, I think. I think he gave me some freaky jungle medicine. Aw. How sweet. And this one time, I was, like, half-asleep-half-awake-ish, and he was stroking my hair. And I didn't even register it until I woke up. I just had a thought. All I'm wearing is a bra and jean shorts. Shirts were sacrificed to the making of our lovely shelter. But I don't really mind. I mean, he's just a boy. I'll live. But he's not just a boy. He's so much more. I think maybe I'll just stay here. Hope he doesn't mind. He's got a nice place. And he's sweet as heck. Yeah, why not? Becky can fend for herself.