2003-06-12 - 9:12 a.m.

in preparation for my fathers return from prison. haha. it is still funny to say that. ive been cleaning and trying to make my childhood home habitable. you know the house, its the one with four foot grass, cracked windows and no electricity on the middle of a prominent street.

there are so many things from when i was a youngster that i totally forgot i had. do you remember polly pockets? damn i loved those things. but i tried to delve into my under four feet years and i couldnt grasp how those minature plastic dolls ever held my attention.

with a few peoples help the house is really taking shape. i still dont know how i feel about my father returning to my life. for the last year and a half ive decided when i wanted to let him in..and it was under a hand full of times. he is so demanding...asking if this has been done...and did you pay this bill...and blah blah fucking blah...almost giving me a guilt trip. but i quickly remind his ass that if he didnt do drugs we'd never be having this conversation. he shuts up. i love being the better person.

in other random news, rachel and i are going to open an independent bookstore. i want to be my own boss and i love books. we've picked out a location and everything. i start on the actual business plan next week. i need employees...you could come work for us! there is nothing corporate about it. you may NOT wear khakis and a button down or a god damn name tag. if they want to know your name, they'll ask.

have a good one.

later.