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Getting out of bed at 1 p.m.
Banana.
I head over to Stephanie’s house. Amanda meets me there to borrow my pa system for a house show tonight.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Fresh Guacamole. Honey Green Tea.
Workout at the gym.
Barbecue Salmon with Rice, Broccoli, and Mushrooms.
Poker night with the boys (Darren, Tim, and Art). Art’s proud of his new car, a 2009 Volkswagen Tiguan, to which he flew to Florida to get and drive back with.
I make gooey Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Darren continues to wear his notorious black Sega Dreamcast shirts...
Art: “And you wear that same shirt last time!”
Me: “Art, he wears that every day! He’s like a cartoon character. If you look in his closet you’ll see ten Sega Dreamcast shirts.”
...
James Graves shows up late after drinking margaritas with his friends. I don’t know who wins the first game of poker but Art convinces us to play a round of Omaha-style poker.
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Sarah shows up to retrieve her guitar and amp. While trying to figure out how to fit the Marshall cab into her compact two-door car, James walks out...
James: “What are you guys doing?”
Me: “We’re trying to fit a triangular object into a rectangle!”
Anthony texts me a Kerouac quote...
“...Some people have vibrations that come straight from the vibrating heart of the sun unjaded...”
James and Darren are drunkenly singing downstairs and somehow make their way into my room. Darren takes a peek at my book collection...
Darren: “Do you really read books? You buy into all this populous literature. You’ve got the internet at your fingertips, literally!”
...
Darren: “I need girls who are cool with my farts.”
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Darren leaves the room and James stays sprawled out in my bed and describes the romantic crisis in his life...
James: “I feel like a turtle going against the stream. I feel like a lot of my problems...I can’t do anything about it. I feel like a crooner with no one to serenade.”
Earlier Margot texted me: “Come over after poker and have sex with me.” I heed to the call and join her in bed. Before we engage in anything she’s acting cute and giggly, which I like so don’t get me wrong, but sometimes it doesn’t do the trick of turning me on...
Me: “You used to act more sexy. What happened to my Catherine Zeta-Jones? You’re like a Jena Malone now.”
Bam. Boom. Bounce.
Afterwards...
Me: “Sex with you is so amazing.”
Sleep around 3 a.m.
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