Dear Blogger, I suck

Dear Blogger, I know. It's been more than a month. Where have I been all your lives? IN Italy. I'm so sorry to be cheating on you with Italy, but it was just so pretty and it bought me drinks, and I couldn't say no. I am eternally apologetic. Please forgive me. It's been great here with Italy. Hot, steamy, and very athletic. I spend lots and lots of time hauling myself up stairs and hills, which has been good for my fitness, if not for my quest to shower less than three times a day. Never have I been so constantly sweaty for so long. It's gorgeous, though, and for that alone, it's been worth the sweat. It's also been fairly boy dramatic, but that's the subject for another post, and perhaps for several years from now, when I'll be finally sure that none of you will use it against me in some sort of game like "I never." I used to kill at that game, now, if you knew this, not so much. (Not that I've done anything very bad or at all dangerous, never fear. I am still a goody two shoes.) I miss you, Blogger. I miss you, USA. I miss you, car. Love, m