Hello all. well we just arrived back from our long, arduous journey southward from albany. all i could think about the whole way home was kaitlin's sketches...the sheer majesty of her artistry. who else could make a simple sketch of a tree take on so many dimensions? is it a spear of broccoli? an atomic bomb exploding over nyc? who knows? who cares??? its art. anyway, i threw up as soon as i got back to my house, even though mike z says the hope of me ever fitting in a bathing suit is fairly poor. a girl can dream. i know everyone is trying to call me right now, just to says whats up hows your mom, hows being super emo treating you...but dont. i wont answer...instead you'll get a kindly 87-year old great grandma by the name of Molly. shes aight. even though she and her husband (name unknown) are a little sketch...as far as prowling around spac picking up drunk college kids' lost items goes...they are good god-fearing folks at heart. im probably going to call ole Molls tomorrow for a little chat. anyway, if anyone is bored and surfing the net one of these nights google "drunk girls pissing"...you just might get a nice shot of dimmels bare white ass. this is quality film making people. okay, im spent. i dont party. i have to go to bed accompanied by stephanie and her sewer rat Tikki slash Paco immediately if not sooner. over and out.


HUGS AND SLOPPY KISSES- ALEXANDRA