Checking in from romantic Paris. I can’t hook up my laptop because of the wiring in the rooms, so I’m using the business center. I have about five minutes left before my time runs out.
The trip has gone from sort of laughable to downright pathetic at points. We have to keep Boss happy by keeping her fed. It’s sad. I have so many more things I want to write here, but there’s just not enough time!!
Bob and I have affectionately named our entourage The Misfits. It’s me and Bob, Mom (Boss), and our retarded brother (Ass Kisser)!! We are certainly a sight to be seen walking down the beautiful streets of Paris.
Boss is keeping my time so occupied that I’m not going to have time to meet a guy I’ve been e-mailing! He found my personal, we’ve been writing for a couple of weeks now…he lives here in Paris. But there’s just no running from Boss. I’m not exaggerating.
Remind me to tell you about “The London Exodus”, Hy sightings, running into people who live practically down the street from us, and many, many more things.
So now, I need to run. My time has run out, and Boss wants to have a meeting in my room that I need to go prepare for. After that, we are being forced to take her out and make sure that she’s fed.
With that, I bid you adieu.
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