2001-08-23 :: 12:08 p.m.
This country is so my kind of place. Weather people beaches nightlife...everything...
God I miss My Boy, though.
Last night I got tanked on boilermakers with the gang and wound up barfing all day yesterday. Priceless.
This tan is out of control, in other news.
And, yet in other news, I'm a little saddened to report that my youngest cousin is a full-blown anorexic. Eating ice cubes and three teaspoons of honey, she's all pointy bones and angles and I am so scared.
She knows she needs help. I guess this is a start.
Summer summer summer summmer... godsakes don't ever stop. I can practically drink the saltwater.
My Boy. My Boy. I am pulled in both directions with equal force. How I miss you, kid.
Man. Sun's blazing. I'm off to do some diving.