Wonderful news: I've escaped! I'm writing this from a cyber cafe somewhere in Colorado, looking desperately for a way back to St. Louis. How did it happen?
Things were progressing
Somewhere to the west of me, mxpw is rolling his eyes at the irony of Frea O'Scanlin claiming somebody lacks focus.
But anyway, I finally got them to focus by learning that I should never use the word "Treat" in my escape plan. I cobbled together something MacGyver would be proud of and made my escape with the morning sun. Thankfully quistie keeps her third Lotus well-gassed up and the keys in the ignition. Also, it was running. But I stole the car and fishtailed out of the snow
Since I forgot to bring some with me, I had to stop for Dr Pepper (I'm going to miss that fountain, guys) and I met this really awesome reporter. I wanted to tell him all about how I, you know, was being held captive against my will for FANFICTION, but he was more interested in this whole money-raising thing quistie is doing. Begrudgingly, I told him all about it, and how it was a good thing I escaped because quistie just raised the goal to Free Frea to $2400. Yes, my freedom has a (new) price: 10 smiles!
So whew, good thing I escaped. We'll NEVER be able to raise that kind of money, am I right?
The reporter seemed impressed; that's a good thing, right?
Anyway, my triple-layer grand caramel and almond latte with extra foam and whipped cream just arrived, so I should stop writing in this blog and plan the next leg of my escape, which involves Canada. Canada or Bust, I always say and—
Wait a second, there's a car pulling up. Hold on, I recognize that car. Oh, no, not again, I'll never go peacefu—
Note from quistie64: Don't worry, readers, I've got her. And as a result for her audacity in running away, we're extending the poll to December 20th! Happy voting!