I provide ideas. Serena provides implementation.
Melissa provides Fritos.
Surprise surprise, people do read still. I can't say it doesn't make me feel better. I establish my self-worth on the number of comments I get each day. Thanks for remembering me, guys. Gail: Thanks for clicking randomly on Esther's links. Esther: Thanks for linking me. Margaret/Bunny: Thanks for remembering me. Cheri: I'll update whenever the h*ck I want, got it?
Previously on Gordon and the Bitter Kilometer ... Gordon plans yet another excursion to Yosemite, but are his Stanford friends what they really seem? Clues indicate that, yes, they are. He leaves Saturday morning, sometime pre-noon. Meanwhile, Lana discovers that the symbol on her lower back traces back to her ancient witch ancestor and wonders why Clark is keeping secrets from her. Clark finds a new foe in mysterious patches of fog that behave abnormally.
There are at least three places in Fresno[ish] to which I will never go unless I absolutely must: the DMV, the courthouse, and Table Mountain. Man! Last year at around this time of the summer, I spent two hours in the DMV just to get my driver's permit. I went back to that dreaded place again yesterday and held my driver's license close to my heart for comfort. Poo! What a truly awful place. Pee! Probably the most depressing place in Fresno. I would hate to work there.
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