Thursday March 17 2011

Its sometime after eleven. She’s getting up to go home. Watching her movement—snapping her bra strap back on—slipping her sexy dress back on—I like to watch this part. I’m such a creeper. “You’re so beautiful.”

Back to sleep.

DREAM: A pile of blankets stuffed against a wall—on a mattress—I’m situated to go to sleep. There’s a doorway that’s been opened within the wall exactly at the head of my mattress revealing the outside—it’s raining and the water is soaking the blankets.

It’s after 7 p.m. and I’m waking up. Ugh. This is too late.

Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc.

OMG. This house is back to going through one toilet paper roll a day!


Search Engine Evaluation.

Hanging out at Harpoon Larry’s with the queen. Saint Patty’s Day—green is everywhere. She’s got cute curls in her hair—such a beauty. I choose not to drink anything tonight. That catchy Kesha song thumping on the stereo—Margot and her friends are cheesing out, singing along, being girls. I’m half watching a college basketball game on the TV. She likes that I’m here—kissing me and being sweet.

I give her a ride to her house and lounge on the couch—she’s eating an egg sandwich and I eat two of the cupcakes we baked a few days ago—Who’s Line Is It Anyways? on TV.

She’s aware that rushing back into things is a bad idea. I know this too. How do we do this properly? Space will give her time to decide what she wants, as well as me. But isn’t this anti-climatic? I’m afraid of distance. I don’t want to lose her.

Hugging before I leave, “I have everything you need.” [kiss, kiss, kiss]

Coffee with Honey and Milk.

Counting quarters.

Since when did my life become a soap opera?

Newspaper route—bringing my roommate Dustin along with me for training so he can cover my shift tomorrow.

Snacking on Mixed Nuts and a Cinnamon Sugar Donut from 7-11.

Stretching and doing crunches—listening to The Hype Machine.

I go for a run around the neighborhood. Ah yes. It’s been a while. It feels good to get the blood flowing again—the combination of sex yesterday and fitness today is what my body really needs.

Dinner: Spaghetti with Tomato Basil Sauce, Onions, and Mushrooms. Garlic Bread.

Watching Strange Days [1995].

Search Engine Evaluation.

Sleep 10:20 a.m.

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