I finished cleaning up K's room yesterday...

Yesterday I finished cleaning up K's old room, which has now been dubbed "the clubhouse" by the boys. {My friend, Candace, and her family are coming next weekend and I need to get the room ready, I am attempting to make believe I have a guest room and I'm good at having company!} I found these pictures in some of her stuff and decided to post them. Well, you knew that part, huh? I am a brilliant at stating the obvious, do I really think you'd be looking at these pictures and wondering if I decided to post them? Good Lord... **if you don't see any pictures please see post immediately following this one, Blogger is super duper screwing with me.

K is the one on the top, she is a very pretty girl. T, aka crazydruggie sister, is the one on the bottom. T is actually much prettier in real life. However, I like this picture because this is what she looks like when "LaTisha" is in control. LaTisha is what my family calls her alter ego who is a mean, asskicking, angry Black woman. Yes, smart ass I realize we are very white, however nobody seemed to inform LaTisha of that very small matter. She THINKS she's Black and that's all that counts I suppose. Isn't attitude 9/10's of the point anyway? When T gets this look on her face you know you better seek cover and quick because what follows is NOT going to be pretty my friend.

K and Crazydruggie sister are living in a drug induced haze as we speak. T had a dirty drug test but didn't get sent to jail, surprise surprise. She just got sent to more drug classes and whatnot. K is skipping school, flirting with the possibility that she will have to go back to juvvy. It's a mess. K has not called us ONCE since she went back to her Mom's. My Mom has talked to T a few times, but nobody has called here, Thank God.
I worry every day that Crazydruggiesister is finally going to push it too far and kill herself. Or that K is going to do something incredibly stupid and get herself killed. *sigh* Loving out of control people who are also mentally ill, stubborn, have a flair for the dramatic, and are addicted to drugs is one painful proposition. I am just thankful they live 10 hours away and it's not in my face everyday. I find some solace in being able to pretend I don't have any family members who could show up on a COPS episode at any given time or on the evening news for that matter. *sigh*