I'm itching to get that Nike swimsuit on. I hope they've got one in my size. Well, my agent managed to pull a few strings and I won't be heading back to Cuba just yet. I was supposed to meet up with Dad, but now the whole thing is shot. I kinda wanted to see Dad, but it doesn't matter, because I've started to get a bad-boy image happening, and it's just not cool to have Dad around just now.
Parents are just soooo embarrassing.
I'm going to see Dad again. It's strange, but I feel pretty happy about this. I have a couple of things to ask him. Or how to deal with these tall, leggy blondes that have suddenly appeared in my life. Just got off the phone to Steven Spielberg.