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life sucks. i hate my life.

sure, the weekend started out well enough. josh and i decided to finally go check out the savage garden. and yeah, that didn't turn out too well. the people outside the club were completely goth, and gave us dirty looks because we weren't.
we wandered further down the street, and decided to go to the funhaus. that was good. the music was super, and everyone was so relaxed and free and un-pretentious.

i spent the night at josh's place, and we had a very relaxing morning. it was especially nice when we were sitting in the yard, drinking our coffees, and listening to the cicadas. it was one of those perfect, warm summer mornings.

and then i got home. my dad was furious with me. the answering machine ate the message i left last night, so he didn't know that i was spending the night out. he was also generally outraged, because, as he told me, his sisters never spent a night away from home until they were married. he went on to say a few mean things about josh, for good measure.

it was tense around here until he left an hour ago, and i, come to think of it, am still tense. i wanted cream-cheese on toast, but the cream-cheese was covered with mould. now there's nothing to eat.

i hate everything right now.