Road Trip



I've been busy getting ready for my sister's wedding this weekend.
My little sister is getting married...
weird.

Destination: Bay Area
ETA: Noon Thursday

I have no idea where I'm sleeping.
I will be drinking and blogging
perfect

Comments

  1. Anonymous12:55 AM

    You and Mel Gibson need to do some more of those audio blogs

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  2. xTx7:07 AM

    hi robert.
    fyi-i didnt receive a postcard request from you. if you want one, email me your address so i can stalk you, i mean send you one.
    xoxo

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