So, we made it. Its okay here, I guess. Kevin isn't really sure what to think, but I guess I don't really either.
We stayed in this hotel room last night in Princeton, Iowa- hometown of Ronald Reagan. Sexy. The room smelled like a god damned ash tray. Kevin didn't come out from underneath the bed for about 4 hours. I don't think he's shit in 3 days. Laundry today and tomorrow, job hunt begins Monday. Also, I need to get on the tredmill or somethin', cause home girl's put on some pounds. It's not going to be easy to lose weight either, with my mother shoving food down my throat. I think she's making a cake this afternoon. It's a really good thing I don't like cake.
After re-reading this i've realized that I am a) very boring and b) not a great writer. Shit.
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I totally want to know when Kevin shits again! Or even better where you found his mystery shit...my guess is that he's dropped it somewhere you've not found yet!
a) You're not boring.
b) There are only a few great writers, and most of them practiced a long time, but there is only one Carly Buzz and you're awesome.
Hey doll, I'm reading your blog! Can you believe it? I hope little Kevy is okay and that you're okay and that your parents are glad you are there because I'm sad you are gone. I'll be sure and send you the link to my blog too.
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