Thursday August 26 2010

DREAM: With my mom and some of her friends for a meeting at our old house on Goodard Drive. I’m gathering food on a plate for dinner in the kitchen. There’s a mixture of two kinds of pasta noodles with alfredo sauce and broccoli in a pan. Some parts of the noodles are dry. I take a very big helping for myself—picking out more broccoli florets. Jimmy is standing next to me. Concerned I will take too much I make sure he got enough for himself, “Did you want some?” He seems to be fine. My mom is sitting down at the table on the phone with a surprise call. “Are you giving any kind of sermon?” She seems preoccupied with the conversation on the phone but answers, “yes.” All of us are getting kind of impatient, or at least I am, because the meeting should’ve started fifteen minutes ago and I want to show this movie I think my mom and everyone else will like. We have to wait until she gets off the phone.

Shortly after 3 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain. Instant Oatmeal Maple Brown Sugar with Pecans. Immune Defense.


Thrift Store Bohemian.

Stretching while watching Ambrotious sleep.

I go to Big Lots, Thrift Store, and Trader Joes.

I see you about four checkout lanes over from me—purple tank top, tight brown shorts. I’ve never seen such an incredibly fit body.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea. Blueberries & Cream Yogurt.

Finishing up the movie, Good Dick.

At the storage unit recording and practicing. The overhead jet noise makes it difficult to control the room sound so I decide to wait till later tonight.

Margot and Emily are watching True Blood. I join them while doing ab-crunches.

Playing basketball at the courts nearby. Practicing my left handed shots.

Delicious gooey Brownies.

Joey makes a surprise visit and gives back the DVDs he borrowed ages ago. It’s a monumental moment. Remembering when he used to be around—discussions at Ricks—walks to Kmart—he’s a man with ideas.

Dinner: Red Beans and Lentils. Cabbage, Carrots, and Onions. Basmati Rice.

Everybody keeps comparing True Blood to Twilight and Margot doesn’t like it. She takes her dreamy vampire world seriously.

Wesley is doing a good impression of a stereotypical mechanic with a thick southern accent. Elliott’s text ringtone reminds us of an introductory song for a talk show. He tries to re-enact what it would look like. “Ladies and Gentlemen…Late Night With Elliott Malvas!”

Giving Margot a ride back to her house in Bay Colony—a maze of windy roads. I’ll never remember on my own how to get here. Lounging on the couch—David Blaine on the television. Just waiting for that moment when she’ll wrap her legs around my lap and straddle me. She’s wonderfully beautiful. When I move my hands over her brown skin sometimes it doesn’t seem real, but like a fantasy. Afterwards, she shows me this Wii dance game similar to Dance Dance Revolution. Watching her imitate the dance moves—it’s sexy. I think of how animals have certain mating dances or mating calls, and this is the way humans do it: we dance. Just as I’m about to leave, it starts pouring outside. Checking the weather on her laptop: clear skies and 10% chance of rain. None of it made sense—its almost as if I wasn’t supposed to leave. Despite, I face the torrential downpour fighting the puddles and foggy windows.

Eating Popcorn and a bowl of Frosted Toasties.

At the unit, the rain finally stops. Now I can record acoustic guitar without clanking rain sounds distracting the track.

Sleep around 7:15 a.m.

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