Dooooooom.
Doom!
Oh, Doom.
And have I mentioned doom? That’s right. DOOM.
Here I am, sitting in Sweetabix’s hotel room, seconds away from death. DOOM. I ate a Jello Fruit Snack! So I can die happy. But then there’s that death part, and death is not so happy.
Doom.
We are waiting for a Kelly Clarkson video to download. No, wait. Kelly Osbourne. She is not Kelly Clarkson. But somehow, somehow, that doesn’t make it any better.
Aha! The video has downloaded, and the doom recedes into the night. But here comes another emotion, as I notice that Kelly Clarksbourne is awfully pretty. Here is the shame, coming rushing at me like a freight train driven by an old friend. Hello old friend.
Weetabix says hallo. She says many things about you all out there in ReaderLand, the magical place from which emails come. Hallo!
She is here in San Francisco, and she is having a marvelous time. Also, she has fruit snacks.
Now I am off to take Sweetabix to the place she was born to visit, Viva Las Gaygas. Yowza!
Love and rockets,
Foo
p.s. (a second guest entry tagging along by Ian) There is much banging of the head in the Hotel Suiteabix, also incredibly artificial froot candies. But when Weetabix left the room for a moment, we became much more relaxed and mature. Love to all! –Ian
