The Beginning

Hey Sara,

How are you doing, I just figured I would start this post like every other time I see you, talk to you, text you, etc... So this is the thing I figured I would show, the idea is this, its kinda like the bathroom book I told you about that Dom has with his roommates...except minus pungent smells and toilet paper plastered to the bottom of your shoe. Ok well to clarify its something to do when you're bored, like you can write whatever you want here, but its just between me and you. If anyone else wants to see it they need a password, which is "eddieizzard" ha. Oh and one more thing, every time you check this blog you need to add to "the story." I'll start it off, you need to write at least a sentence but no more than a paragraph each time you add something and then let me take my turn, etc... My reasoning is that since Twilight crapped out, me and you could write a better story, lame I know, but I think when you're bored it could give you/me something to do. Oh by the way I added some things on the side for your ADD, including an awesome video and a picture without my shirt on, I figured you were curious. Feel free to add anything you want to the blog. Anyways here's the beginning of the story...

The red flag on Sal's black mailbox was raised into the upright position as the local hodge podge mailman fumbled the crisp white letters through his fingers and into Sal's mailbox bolted into his white rusted trailer. "I guess he's a little early on this morning," Sal questioned himself. His feet had waited anxiously as the mailman veered off eastward back toward town. Sal cracked the door just enough to permit the sunlight a rare opportunity to enter his abode, hitting on the crack white tile floor and glaring off his left bulbus green eye which surveyed the scene of the recent mailman incident....