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I’m stuck in a hazy exploration of big cities in Russia.
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Awakening at 12:36 p.m.
Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Blueberries, and Milk. Black Tea.
Surfing and researching on the web.
Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Goldfish Crackers. Lemon Water.
Watching The Factory (2012).
Noodling on the guitar.
I planned on hanging out with Leslie tonight at her house in Little Neck. I drive over and of course she’s not answering her house phone or her cell phone. I predict she’s showering more than likely. Luckily, instead of waiting around the fitness room above the garage is unlocked so I sneak in there and use the treadmill until she calls.
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I was right. She was in the shower. Hanging out in the kitchen. She lets me cook us a meal using things from the fridge, which her parents keep fully stocked. I already brought some lentils to start off with. She’s got Telekinesis (the band) playing through their Sonos surround sound system. We sit down to eat Lentils with Mushrooms, Onions, Yellow Peppers, Black Bean Sauce and a Brown Rice/Quinoa Mix.
Me: “You might need to add soy sauce. You can judge it for yourself.”
Leslie: “I might not need to add anything. Don’t you know if something’s gonna taste like cardboard I’m probably gonna love it?”
Me: “Then you’re gonna love this thing.”
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Me: “Most of my productive time is spent on the computer. I do a lot of things on the computer.”
Sarcastically she inputs, “Like look at porn.”
Me: “Nooo. That’s not productive.”
Leslie: “I’m pretty sure that looking at porn can yield some kind of......product.”
Me: “Yes, but it’s not productive in the sense that...I’m not moving forward in life by looking at porn. It goes in the entertainment section.”
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We get into a discussion about friends and evaluating the purpose of particular persons in our lives, how that’s important.
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Cleaning the stovetop is a tedious task that is absolutely necessary according to Leslie because of her dad’s insanely high clean standards.
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I pull out my Virginia Slims playing cards from 1985. The women figures on the face cards make Leslie really curious about the message behind the design. So we spend some time analyzing the deck and the purpose of a cigarette company producing such a deck of cards marketed to women.
We settle down in the living room on the leather couch and put on a film called The Comedy (2012) about an aging hipster in Williamsburg. It’s kind of a slow purposeless movie with a few rare comedic awkward moments. Leslie builds a pillow kingdom on her side of the couch while I slouch dramatically on my side.
Back home.
Sleep pretty late.
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