I know.
I dragged this one on and no one seems to read it anymore.
I just hit the city and thought everything would be fine.
It's a Blonde Problem.
(I'm having a hard time choosing the title Blonde Problems or The Advice Horse Hits the City)
Haha. Or Keeping Up with the Advice Horse.
....
*passes out*
I have a swim meet.
Karp.
YOU ARE READING
The Ghost Advice Horse Journal
Random2 cups of random, a teaspoon of requests, a pinch of rants, 1/2 a cup of best friends, and 2 cups of stories. Mix it up. This is the recipe for disaster.
