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Waking up at around 11 a.m. Ana's body is warm and perfectly fitted next to mine. She's extra affectionate, kissing me five times on the face.
She makes us Blueberry Banana Buckwheat Pancakes from scratch. I brew us some hot Teeccino to go with.
Later on, a little sex in the bedroom.
A couch surfer arrives from North Carolina named Maria. She's from the Ukraine and has been working with kids at a camp the whole summer.
Scrambled Eggs. Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Honey Green Tea.
Watching Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief (2015).
Practicing songs.
Meeting up with Drew, the drummer and head honcho of DEJA, at the music space to figure out a keyboard rig. It's been awhile since I was given the role of keyboard/synthesizer guy. It takes me back to the time I first started playing in Mae – I remember feeling overwhelmed in the beginning with all the songs I had to learn and educating myself on how synthesizers worked. And here I am again, so to speak, in the same position. I just wanna get past this beginning stage and feel comfortable about what I'm playing and how I'm playing it.
Back home. Maria and Stacy seem to be getting along really well – they're speaking Russian back and forth. Kevin thinks it is funny that they get along considering one is from Russia and the other is from Ukraine.
Making homemade Pizza using the Whole Foods dough. It turns out delicious and wholesome.
Kevin and Will are sitting in Will's room watching the Republican Primaries while eating popcorn.
Me: "So this is what Will and Kevin's idea of a date is. Politics and popcorn."
Practicing more songs.
Ana and I take our own separate bike rides to the oceanfront. We pass each other going opposite directions without expecting to run into each other. Meanwhile, as I'm zipping down the boardwalk, I pass that same guy jogging with short shorts on and no shirt. He always has something funny to say to me. When I pass him he yells, "Cheater!"
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
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