Gutbloom, Where the Hell are You?

Please put down the melted ice cream and grab a napkin.

KrisCross
KrisCross
Aug 22, 2017 · 2 min read

I have wet wipes if you need them.

Isn’t it time to plan next years’ Mede Ceremony? Or has all this clapping nonsense sent you into hiding? I hope you didn’t peek at the sun during the eclipse. It was SO hard not to peek. I had to keep looking at the ground and resisting with all my might. Don’t look at it, don’t look at it, just don’t look at it…

I’ve gone to the dark side again, and I need some help out of this funky-funk. My life right now is pretty much writing sad cancer stories and watering the sod. Sigh…

We need another collaborative project. Or, rather, you need to come up with another collaborative project so I can play, too. It’s like waiting on the star player to get the neighborhood kickball game going. Do I need to get my mom to ask your mom if you can come outside to play?

I’m thinking writing prompts, but that’s so last month. I’ll keep kicking around some ideas…

Most embarrassing moments would be FUN, but I’ve already written about mine on here. Did I ever tell you I belong in Utah? It’s true.

Oooh…you’ve already made fun of Texas:

And Rhode Island:

And South Dakota:

And Michigan:

Why not Utah?! Hmm?

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