July 19th

Thursday

I am wearing a blue cotton halter top from Old Navy and blue Calvin Klein shorts with a drawstring. It's 3:11 pm. S and I had plans to go to the beach (the nude beach) at 1pm, but that fell through due to his gastrointestinal problems. Hence, I am still waiting for him to pick me up.

My sister just spat, "Stop typing!". Does anyone else besides me go through this? One of the reasons my diary entries are so short are because she always bitches at me for typing. She detests the sound of typing, especially rapid, experienced typing like I'm prone to do. As you all know, we share a room. Ugh. Where the heck is S?