Ladies and Gentlemen, this is what we call blogging on the go.
It was a wonderful adventure with Catwoman, going to the International houses and all the pretty gardens.
It's been a great weekend, it's been relaxing.
Upon my departure from Catwoman's house, we saw Satan skateboarding down the street.
He stopped and began walking towards us, but just then I realised that my step-dad was across the street.
"What are you guys doing?" Satan asked."Oh, God," I thought.
This had happened before, this same situation was the reason why Satan and I are no longer even on speaking terms.
(Which technically we aren't)
"Well, I'm going home," I replied to him.
He repeated what I said with something reminiscent of a sad, defeated look.
I wish I could've hugged him, talked to him for awhile.
Sometimes life hands you cards that are unlucky, so I crossed the street with my heart sinking.
I got into the car and waved goodbye to Catwoman, and like another cliche I drove into the sunset.
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