the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:19 + 13.06.2007 = daddy.
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i get up. put on jeans, shirt, flipflops. venture outside with a cigarette and phone. check messages.
my word! my father has called.
apparently, he is state-side for a week.
apparently, he thinks i'm still living in minneapolis.
apparently, i should call him back.
but not immediately...
cos i only had the one fag with me and had yet to brew coffee.
i wouldn't say my relationship with my father is strained... but it is rather distant and slightly awkward. cos i'm a mama's boy and terribly unforgiving [dad once called me fat. though granted... i was about 6 inches shorter and 20pounds heavier than current weight. it's just that he did this in front of a large group of people.] [[sidenote: i think sistersister derives her sense of tact from this man.]]
the point is, i thought ooo! i should really call him back right now!
which is progress.
or something of the like.
fuck though. i must speak of the breakup yet again. rehash that story. it's finally getting slightly funny though and as soon as i nail the comic timings and devices, i'll post it.
now then... COFFEE. MINTY FAGS. and FATHER.
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