Feliz Navi(I hate my)dad

Greetings from Mexico, Bitches. Yes Christmas came. And yes, then Christmas left. It was pretty decent. But it's so hard to get on the internet here :/ And I'm pretty pissed with my dad. I bet all the Mexicans think that we're just very American. Of course he brought his piece of shit with him. And takes it EVERYWHERE and that's all he does. Oh and makeout with Steff in public of course. I don't think he understands that he is too old to be doing that and that she doesn't enjoy doing it either. And that it just makes me uncomfortable so the only thing I'm left to do is to go buy something. I've already gotten three sombreros :) and a million other little things that the peddlers can talk me into. I'm a sucker. But at least all of my friends are getting souvenirs :) and at least I'm waiting in the airport now so I can go home. And at least Mike will be there to pick me up at the airport. And at least I'm tan again.

But I'm really worried about someone because I know they aren't happy. But I was too slow to reply. So I won't get to know until tomorrow at the earliest. And that makes me wonder for hours on end. And then my mind will just wander and think up the worst things and then I get even more worried and then it's just no good. But I want you to know that I'm thinking about you. And I hope you get your spark back soon. And I'll be checking facebook constantly until you send me a message. I care about you.