Obviously I'm having fun with this journal. Day 2 right? Let's jump right into it.
Today on the way to work, a man jumped in front of my car. I slammed on brakes and I was to afraid to say one word. The man said nothing. He just grinned wide at me, a terrible wide sharp toothed grin. He looked like...me. He had on a yellow sweater vest much like the purple one I wore. His hair was striking yellow and his eyes... No, they weren't eyes, they were just hollow holes in his head behind thick yellow frames. The fingers that gripped my car hood looked more like the claws on a wolverine. I called out to him to ask if he was okay, but he just giggled and ran off. I watched him dart down the sidewalk until a honk from behind me forced me to go. It was unnerving, dear journal, he reminded me of a certain double I encountered. God almighty the thought still gives me nightmares, the claws like a vice around my throat, the smell of blood and rotting meat. Maybe I was just having some post traumatic stress flashback... I'll ask Carlos.
On a lighter tone, my Rabbit, still nameless, has taken to exploring my apartment rather than staying in its cage. It does have a chewing problem however, and gnaws on the corners of my table. It's annoying, but also cute. Kind of like Carlos.
Little Rabbit likes to hop around my apartment and chew my socks when I'm trying to write. In fact, that's what it's doing now. I can tell my little rabbit is much happier.
I want to invite Carlos over, should I, dear journal? I wonder if he would be annoyed with my choice to let the rabbit roam free. Would he consider it unsanitary? Would he consider me unsanitary? Having a pet is much more stressful than I would have hoped. Is this what being a parent is like? Maybe I should take Carlos out instead of inviting him in, but who would care for my rabbit? Oh dear journal, this is quite a pickle. I wonder if one of the interns at the station would take my rabbit for the night.
Speaking of the interns in the station, one intern, named Mark, brought me coffee this morning. It was perfect. Sweet and smooth and creamy... Have you been spying Mark the intern? How do you know about the coffee I like exactly the way I like it? I'm onto you Mark the intern... I'm onto you. Besides the odd coffee encounter, I saw Mark the intern standing outside Station Management's door. He seemed to be slipping notes underneath it and carrying on a pretty mutual conversation. Once or twice I heard Station Management make a sort of growling guttural grumble In response to a few of the notes. Was it a laugh? A try at communication? Whatever it was, it looks like the start of a beautiful relationship.
Ooh! Dear journal I have a development. Carlos is calling me. I love I'll report back.
Dear journal, it's a date! I did not have to worry about asking him because beautiful, dark skinned Carlos asked me out! I asked him what to do with my rabbit and he told me just to put it in its cage with food and water. How smart! Tomorrow night I have a date! I may not write to you tomorrow but I will try my journal. I will try.
When I first picked up the phone, Carlos said hello. I replied back with a similar hello and Carlos asked me how I was. I responded that I was doing good and he said that was good. Eek! How caring he is! Asking how I was today? How sweet! Then he asked me what I was doing tomorrow night and I told him nothing much. He then asked me out! How forward! I immediately said yes and asked want to do with my rabbit, he told me what to do and now I have a date! How blind I was not to realize I could put my little buddy in the cage. Luckily I have a smart, gorgeous boyfriend to think for me! How lucky I am.
We are going to the cinema tomorrow to see a film. Carlos says I can pick which film I want to watch! He truly is the most generous and flawless organism to walk. What a gentlemen! I think I'm going to watch a scary movie with him. I know how easily spooked Carlos is and it's adorable seeing him jumpy do t tell him I said that. But your a journal and your not sentient so you wouldn't say anything would you.
I know this journal is just one long ramble but I am rally glad I started it.
It is late dear journal, I think it's time I set down my purple ink ballpoint pen that Carlos gave me (such a bad boy) and put my little rabbit as well as myself to bed.
Goodnight Journal.
Goodnight Nightvale.
Authors note: I think I might make this a daily thing. I'm having fun with it and the number of reads or voted I have isn't going to hold me down! Also I'm super bored.
Cecil's rabbit still needs a name!
-Optic
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