time: 7:37 PM
date: june 6, 2000, tuesday
doing: this...
feeling: furious because my dad's a fucking asshole
wearing: socks, board shorts, nike shirt
hair is: down and not curled, but very soft
eating/drinking: nothing. with a father like mine, maybe starving and dying would please him
on radio: not on
last thing said: "well, what I was gonna go was --" and i was interrupted by my asshole dad.
should be doing: what my dad wants me to do -- clean my closet and pack for vaction. i'm only gonna do it because i want my closet clean and i don't wanna pack in the morning. i'm not doing it to please him.