I stood dead still looking at my reflection, disgusted with myself. I was looking in the window because I don’t have a mirror, so a large cross took up a lot of my image. My god, what was wrong with me yesterday. I was actually feeling rather decent today. None of that giveadamnlessness was left. I began to chuckle to myself. It was a pretty bad getup I had on and my hair was hilarious. I headed in to town to get myself sorted out.
I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to see the light. It felt as if the bright, skin burning sun would obliterate me today. My mood had fallen below the usual ‘meh’ and had dipped into a deep blue funk. On a scale of 1 to 10, the needle was sitting on extreme poop-like, which was odd, considering the scale was numerical. I just wanted to lie on the floor with the lights off, listening to nothing but the static noise on the TV I had sold weeks ago.
As I lay in my bed falling asleep I felt the worries of the day dispersing from my mind. Things like Blathers complaining about the museum, the Trap Setting Son of a Bitch and that idiot Dizzy were further away then they had ever been. Relaxation flowed over my particularly sexy body. I felt little tingles running up my arm. Tiny signals that my nerve endings were sending to me to relax me even more. I looked down at my arm. Holy crap! There was a spider on me!
Ahh, August. The month of my birth. I plan on having a big birthday bash this year with everyone in town joining in. That is everyone except for Dizzy. I hate that guy. It’s still a few weeks away but I should start planting seeds in everyone’s mind, at least that way I might get some gifts that I actually want. As for now… Let’s go shopping!
Today is a day of action. Today is a day of discovery. Today I shall go in search of the trap setting son of a bitch. I got out of bed all decisive like, ready to do some investigating and grilling of the townsfolk. Then I looked in the mirror… Oh god, I hate this haircut. Maybe I’ll go to the hairdressers first to get this fixed.
It was early morning and I was wide awake. I had been for some time. It was still dark out but I didn’t really want to go out there. I knew that if I did, then the residents would want to talk to me and I just didn’t have the patients for some of their stupidity right now. I mulled around my house and finally gave in.
Hello. Some time has passed. A week in fact. You could say I’ve done a lot since we last spoke but you could also say I did very little. As you know. My name is Jiggly and I am the mayor of Meowland. If you recall, last week I went on an adventure. Someone named Cerviche visited me and I went and visited him. I didn’t know if it was real though. I was having a bad time and was quite lonely so was it just a creation in my mind? I didn’t know.
I’M THE Villager Jiggly. Remember me? The villager who became a town mayor, the one who wrote the Animal Crossing diary? The one with brown hair and the gray eyes, and the insatiable desire for leadership and respect? You remember.
I heard the buzzing of my alarm clock. It was 10:30am. I wasn’t ready to get up. I hit the snooze button. The alarm went off again ten minutes later. I shut the machine off. I lay in bed and fell back asleep.
Today was Saturday. I was watching my Raja B Butterfly and admiring it’s beauty. It was fluttering about. Suddenly I got a whiff of something odd smelling.