Guess who I get to see tomorrow?
Yes my cool friends, but also my good buddy:
He must have really annoyed me that day because I don’t normally use that kind of language. Okay, I totally do but I try to pretend like I don’t. I though about editing it but I really need to pack.
I looked at the psych sheet for tomorrows race and saw his daughter’s name. I remember it well because it screamed it the whole three miserable hours I sat next to him. I hope I remember what he looks like so I can stay FAR away. On the other hand, it would make for a nice update tomorrow.
For the record, my daughter is still the same as his daughter. I guess she can get that Olympic tatoo after all. Because, you know, you can totally tell at 12 who is going to the Olympics right?