Memory Holes
#22 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account
Day 116
Been noticing that it's getting harder to remember what stuff was like back home. Griffonstone, that's what it's called. I still have some hazy memories, but it's like they're all getting swallowed up in a fog or something.
I tried going back in my journal to see if I could refresh my memory, but it's too vague to help much. I see I mentioned someone named Grandpa Gruff just a couple weeks ago, but I have no fucking clue who that's supposed to be. Is he actually my Grandpa, or is that more of a title he had back home? Apparently he treated me like a granddaughter, so maybe the former. Must not have left much of an impact if I was able to forget him so easily.
Probably should've spent more time writing down memories than I have writing about all my sex fantasies. But c'mon, I'm really enjoying writing about all the sex. The boring day to day survival stuff got old really fast, and not much changes. It's really nice, comfortable even. What else is there to say? Plus, sharing all my spank material is fun.
Back to Griffonstone. I can't remember places and events that much. Apparently there was a bar, and there was some asshole named Gilbert. I don't even remember what the fuck he looks like anymore. All I've got to go by is a big sexy stud version of him that I dreamed about when I first got here, and the journal already says that there's no way he was hot. Oh well, probably better off not remembering that bar or that Gilbert.
All I'm getting out of what little I remember is that living in Griffonstone sucked. Even if I still remembered specific stuff about it, living away from it for so long really put it into perspective. What's there that I could look forward to once I'm rescued? Why would I want to go back there if I didn't like it?
Oh. Right. That fight I had with my best friend.
Dash, I don't know if you're still reading or not, but you're still the coolest pony I've ever met. I still remember we hung out all the time, and I loved being around you. When I first got to Junior Speedsters as a fledgeling, you were the first one to give me a chance instead of calling me lame. I still recall that much, and it means a whole lot.
It sucks because I don't remember much about going to Ponyville to visit you. I do remember thinking it was a lot nicer than Griffonstone, but nowhere near as cool as a griffon like me. I also know I met a couple of your friends who rubbed me the wrong way, and I figured out the rest from the apology I wrote back towards the beginning of this journal. You didn't deserve that.
And I'm still serious about making it up to you. Once I'm off this island, I'm coming straight to Equestria. Like I said before, the day will be yours. We'll do anything you want to me. We could hang out, I can tell you all about my time on the island. We could go flying again. I still keep flying, even if I don't write about it much. Not as many opportunities when you're living down in the jungle with a thick canopy covering most of this island.
Then I could kiss you, and run my hands all over your slim, athletic body. I would slip you out of that cute sports bra you always wear and rub my beak into your pert little breasts. Have I ever told you how great your ass looks?
FUCKING SHIT. What the FUCK is wrong with me??? Welp, I'll have to be sure to tear out and burn this page sooner rather than later. Can't end up dying and have THAT be the last thing I say to Dash.
Fuck it, I'll write something just for her later, when I'm NOT sitting on a foot long stone makeshift dildo. That's right, I still use it several times a day. I keep it with me in my satchel for whenever the mood strikes!
Hopefully I don't forget more things I can talk about with her between now and then.
-Gilda