Current mood:	annoyed
Current music:	The sound of vanity in the wannabe Tropics.

Florida: The experience I'd like to forget as soon as I get home.
Where to begin.

I've died and gone to hell, and its code name is: Fort Lauderdale.

My aunt has just picked me up in her *mercedes*, drove me around her *multi-million* dollar housing community, and showed me her *pool* and *guest-house*.

I asterisked the important things in life.

Well, important to her.

Forget about asking me how I am, because I know SHE thinks about my mom every day. The poor thing, thats probably why she gets a face
lift every month, to help her forget that her favorite relative is no more. And by favorite I mean that the first thing she did when she got off the plane (after mom died) was ask for a drink, and told me I should get a haircut, make myself up all nice.

Honestly, Fran did not hear a WORD I was saying while I was in the car, unless it was a question geared toward her. In typical **ADLER** fashion, she promptly cut off every sentence of mine in an attempt to exploit another aspect of her FABULOUS, WONDERFUL life.

Oh, and she didn't miss ONE opportunity to insult New York, and how "dirty" and "cluttered" it is.

She likes the flowers.
Well, except her own. I think she lost HER flower when she was 12, and hasn't crossed her legs since.

I wish I could call my mom and we can talk about how vain Fran is and mom can confirm my feelings of hatred - and half pity - for the Adler family. My dad looks up to Fran as if she is God.

It's sad, really.