DREAM: I’m standing with Margot in a room. We’re about to say goodbye to each other. The mood is depressing and sad. I vie for her attention—I want her to understand my feelings, that I am just as mutually heartbroken. I’m crying and demandingly embrace her. It’s a hug that means a thousand things to me and to her. I’m reluctant to let her go.
Waking up just after 2 p.m.
Banana. Orange Juice. Zinc and Alfalfa Grain.
Cleaning up around the house. Washing dishes for the first time in a long time. Even though Lauren’s supposed to take care of this, I felt I needed some cleaning therapy.
I picked up an orange bowl from outside and found a snail glued to it...
Margot stops by for a minute to pick up her Thai food she left here last night. She’s not here for more than ten minutes. I tell about the dream I had and try to impersonate it but less dramatically and with no tears.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Potato Chip Trio and Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Watching Body of Lies [2008].
Thrift store visit—grabbing some lamps and cool vintage pictures with musicians on them.
Anthony: “My dad used to always say, ‘People only buy things for three reasons: fear of loss, association, and because they like it.’”
Apple Fritter Bread. Apple Sauce.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Black Beans and Rice with Mixed Vegetables.
Art invites a few of us over to his place for beer (water) pong. Anna and I are killing it once again winning almost 5 matches in a row. Art shows his disgust and anger yelling out obscenities in a thick Russian accent. He’s joking but he’s seriously competitive.
Getting back to the house. I realized I left my bedroom door open. I should’ve learned my lesson the first time cause what do you know, Mr. Kevin Moore decided it’d be a good idea to revise my blog once again and strategically place inappropriate and sexual things within the sentences. And also posting stupid things on my Facebook about hot dogs and colored pencils in my pee pee. Instead of getting angry and approaching Kevin I grab a roll of Sonic stickers, which we have an endless supply of, and spell out “PENIS!” on the driver’s side of his car. Oh man. Payback feels good. We’re all so immature.
A bowl of Blueberry Crunch cereal. Not so good.
I forgot how exhausting t h e b i r d s can be...but I exhaust myself mostly.
B e s t r o n g .
Sleep 5 a.m.
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