the perfect situation is oh so quickly turning make believe...

I don't know why I keep reporting events to you. I don't know what sort of audience Blake managed to gather during his short period of time online, but I can only imagine that you are all unintelligent and ugly, the sort of people who read this and think 'ooh, who is this ravishingly beautiful woman writing in blake's place?' but don't bother calling Blake and simply asking.

You see, even without having seen me, you know I am beautiful.

You can feel it.

Bob has gone missing. I can't say i'm particularly sad, because he was getting on my nerves anyway. I can't stand people with a drive to succeed and the will to see things through. They eat away at my soul and stab me in the eyes with their daggers of hope and success all the while chewing my ears off with their talk of the bright future ahead of them.

Really, take it somewhere people care, little mr. or ms. happy.

And yes, I'm talking to you.

I said to Blake that we must hurry out of this place because maybe we would be next on the kidnapper's list, but Blake would have none of it. I was surprised actually, because I put on an academy award winning performance, and grabbed at his arm like a true damsel in distress would (and might I add that I like the feel of his biceps ;P) but he stood tall and strong and stupid and it made me quiver and want him even more than I wanted him before.

Blake and I spent the day looking for Bob but we came up with nothing. Mind you, I wasn't really looking.

I told Blake I was scared I was going to be taken next and I tried ever so hard to get him to stay with me tonight but he wouldn't do it. Something about taking Turbo with him (stupid dog) to look again for Bob.

Oh you stupid, stupid blake. The worlds you could discover if you only spent one night in my room...

I guess I will have to move on to plan B.

The ballistically charged little miss B :P