Shmexercise

So I've started "exercising" at Doug's apartment almost daily.
Prepare yourselves.
I'm going to be deliciously and unforgiveably sexy.
And I'll wear the same red dress every day because I like red dresses but I still won't have any money. Thus, I'll only be able to afford the one red dress, so I'll just look like a sexy homeless girl who puts on the heir that she's too proud too strip but really is just ashamed of her stretch marks.
And I'll smell like one too.
Your mom.
Shut up.

Let's talk about this Cathy Sorbo thing I mentioned in my last blog.
I'm still "doing time" at the shows.
However, Kermit Holiday is also "doing time" at the shows.
And he's more of a professional.
So he's doing "more time" than I am.
Which is fine.
I'm doing 15 mintues a show.
After the Emcee.
I don't know who is going to Emcee.
Perhaps Boxcar?
I don't really know what happened to him in all of this.
But I like surprises.
When they involve cake.

Evie: I miss you too. You should come to one of the shows. Sarah will be at one as well. You should call each other and "hook that shit up" or something, I don't know.

Doug: That works out well because half of me loves 3 quarters of you and since you're one third of the man you used to be, I think the math works out just fine.

Killorn: Sleevless.