Zoning.

Today I went to see War of the Worlds for the second time. Very well put together, but better the first time.

My dad must have gingivitis . I don’t like to say bad things about him, but his breath lingers.

Tonight he called me afterward while I was on the phone with Brandon long-distance. I switched over and he started kinda trailing….on about the….movie……..I said that I was on the phone with Brandon long distance and he says “Oh I see, you don’t have enough time for me,” and he said it very coldly, which is how he’s been ever since I’ve moved out. I agreed with him saying “Yes, that’s right dad. You’re right.”

I hung up on him.

He called back and said I was to help him move his stuff when he moved away from Florida and, insinuated, me. Okay.

I’m quiet now, I’m glad my father and I got to be semi-close for a few months at least, and if he wants to act like this, I will not respond.

I’ll just become quiet.

I don’t know if I wrote it in here but my mother bought me a $100 journal (which was handmad and handbound in Ashville, NC) in which I’ve been writing my religious thoughts. It’s really good so far.

Today I talked about breasts and my affinity with making them idols before even God. (The frustration overwhelms me.)

God Bless Tom Cruise, Lord, help him to see. My father too, help him to let go of his bitterness. Help me too, God, with my imperfects. Love always.