So today, I finally got fed up with my state of vegetation and decided to go on a rendevous to Madagascar. I wanted to book a flight out of California immediately, but the fuckers at the airlines said all flights were filled. Really, when are all flights filled to Madagascar? It's an ugly island off the coast of Africa, for Chrissakes. This put a rather unpleasant damper on my stellar plans. So I decided to just run down to LAX anyway and see if I could bribe/perform sexual favors my way onto an airplane. It worked. I found myself flying first class on the way to Madagascar in half an hour. The woman sitting next to me was a nun on her way to visit her native country. Lovely gal, really. I took out some alcohol and a couple of beers later, she was dancing around in a miniskirt, halter top, and heels, much to the chagrine of the flight attendants. I slept away the rest of the trip in a drunken stupor, then woke up in time for the plane's descending. There was a momentary WMA scare when they took out my nail clippers at checkout, but luckily I convinced them that I was not a terrorist and walked out into the lovely Madagascarn air. After this, I ran to a pristine and unoccupied beach on the south side of the island and found Gackt there nursing a broken heart. He had just seen Hyde and Megumi playing with their new baby. I, being the caring and nurturing person that I am, pressed his head against my bosom in a gesture of maternal love. After he finished crying, we frolicked in the water before a whale came out of the ocean and ate Gackt. I ran away in fear, getting picked up by a helicopter in the process and returning home, where I am now sitting here typing out this completely bullshit story for your entertainment. :D