Hey dude.

So Selphie's been in kind of a bad place lately. Rebuilding Trabia is hard and slow-going, the road trip was crappy, Odine didn't go to Galbadia and most of her friends either died or were converted into cultists there, plus Odine stopped his tour and nobody likes him anymore, so yeah, she's down. I'm not doing so hot either, what the with the whole ORGY I MISSED!!!!

But I'm over it. See? Look at me, being all over it. No grudges against you. Nope. None. None of my semen in your shampoo bottle. Nope. Not even a little. Or your toothpaste. That's semen-free too. Feel free to use them, confident in the knowledge that they contain nothing obscene. Like semen.

So I'm back to the plan of doing whatever it takes to make Selphie happy, hoping that the happier she is, the wider her legs will spread. Anyway, despite how much she wants to rebuild her old school, she was too depressed to go back there just yet. So we chilled in Balamb for awhile. I tried to find at least some traces of that awesome sex pheromone but Dr. K. destroyed it all. Bitch. She won't have any semen in her shampoo, that's for sure.

While in Balamb, we hooked up with the mayor of FH and his wife. Selphie, having the attention span of a rodent, decided that they were the new awesome thing and she started following them around, begging that they teach her how to be a cool, peace-loving hippie like them. I mentioned that they couldn't be too peace-loving, what with the way they almost kill each other every three seconds, but Selphie never pays attention. So now our road trip has been extended, next stop: FH. We're going to chill there for awhile and Mayor Dobe and his wife are going to make Selphie into a spaced-out pothea--a peace-loving child of the earth, I mean. This may work out well for me. Hopefully she'll embrace ALL aspects of the hippie lifestyle, including the whole sexual revolution thing.

Wish me luck (and sex),
Irvine