Saturday, July 23, 2005

summer boom-air

geez, whatta summer. uncle mel dies. alex needs spine surgery. my father loves to call me when he is either drunk or manic. i am failing stats. a new foster child moves in. alex has a terrible drug reaction the same day the dog throws up everywhere. and to top it off, it is so ding-dang hot, that i feel like a walking swamp... the good news is my complexion will be oh so dewy, soft.