yesterday we had good homemade indian food and my face only half burst into flames. sherri is pushing this anti-smoking book on all of us and martin said if it works on him he’ll cover her dentist bills and such which obviously will never happen cos he’s a two packs a day guy. the dogs smell bad. fil’s bed is gigantic i don’t have to sleep on top of him anymore, not that his other bed was small, it’s just how i sleep. i bought this crappy concealer what is suppose to be make-up the other day cos they ran out of the stuff i normally use and this crap combined with heat immediately turns to chalk all over my face and i also chose too light a tone so it’s like white chalk on my face, and it looks retarded. anyway.
