Dear Diary

March 26, 1997

The milk was sour in my cereal today. Shannon always forgets to buy fresh milk on Sundays, so I end up consuming expired food more often then not. It pisses me off sometimes, but usually I am too wrapped up in the television to give a shit about it.

The foreman at work yesterday kept giving me such a hard time about my new haircut. He said that overweight white men should never have cornrows. He thought it made me look foolish. He was probably just jealous, because I look spectacular... Or at least that's what I tell myself. So fuck him, these cornrows aren't going anywhere.

After lunch I took a casual jaunt down Palmer Street. As I walked under the trees heading south, I ate a Snickers bar and thought about what hell must feel like.