Tuesday February 21 2012

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Getting out of bed at 1:52 p.m.


Hot Cinnamon Oat Bran with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Blueberries, and Coconut Milk.


Riding my bike to the Verizon store to scope out my options for a new phone. Breaking my phone last night wasn’t such a terrible thing because I don’t think I would ever upgrade to a new phone otherwise. I have no choice now because they don’t produce the EnV2 phones anymore. But with the help of an employee I manage to find a smart phone for only $50 and even upgrade my mom’s phone for free.

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In a rush I get Kevin to drop me off to my car at the shop. I left it over night to replace a window regulator.

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Then, to Stephanie’s house for Vaginasaurs rehearsal. Running through the set and polishing up a new song. We have a tour booked next week so the pressure is high. Elliott and two of his friends from Portsmouth, Ohio stop in.

Sharing Chocolate Chip Cookies.


Back home.

Carrots and Ranch. Crab Meat with Bay Seasoning. Pasta. Black and Tan Yuengling.

Conversations at the card table with housemates and friends.


Getting comfortable with my new phone...setting up apps and tinkering with the settings.


I head over to Margot’s to bring her the contacts she left last night. She’s about to go to bed and all tucked in. I go on quite the rant in regards to her behavior the night before. And then I hear beforehand that she had hung out with the same guy she made out with while I was on tour, and he tried to kiss her again. I’m mildly upset because I know she had been drinking and I know how loose of a person she gets when she does. And it’s not that I don’t trust her. We have a clear understanding right now while we’re in this state of pre-dating or courting or unofficiality. She doesn’t like this state. She wants to be either dating or not dating. Black and white. But I have my reservations. I want patience from her. I want respect. And I want to see that things will be different before we step into any kind of real commitment. I’m very critical and try to be constructive about it but she takes it very personally and tends to develop a defeatist attitude with no desire for hope in herself or us.


Back home in my bed feeling exhausted.


Sleep around 4 a.m.


[i] Glass Wall Wave (Sea Sculpture No.6). William Dalton.

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