email to my sister

sis

as you well know, or maybe forgot, whatever, I am full of crazy, little moles, there is one directly under my left eye, and it's been there since forever, but for some reason I forgot about it, and sat trying to scratch it off, until I finally realized it hurt and that it was supposed to be there, now my face is puffy there which is great because tomorrow I start beauty school, yeah!! that's really awesome!

and this will be a load off to you I'm sure, I finally found a clear tote that not only meets school requirements, it's fashionable, and a steal at Target.

I was going to call you but decided this type of useless rant is truly best expressed in writing.

my life is changing tomorrow, that's big for a woman who usually divides her mornings between laundry and soap operas.

love sis

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Amber said…

look, woman, i know you're busy and all with school. BUT! but school = fodder for writing!

time to update.

amen.

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