Thursday March 24 2011

It’s 4:17 p.m. The queen just got back from the gym to wake me up (I asked her to last night cause there’s no way I’m getting up before 5 on my own).

Breakfast: Blueberry Pop Tart. Orange Juice. Watermelon.

Running errands together—post office—bank—Pet Smart—Trader Joe’s.

She’s obsessed with the idea of getting a puppy.

Me: “I’ll never see you again. You’re gonna be out with your friends and be like, I have to go home! And be with my puppy. You’re life will be over.”

Her: “Are you jealous of the puppy I don’t even have yet?”

Me: “Yes.”

Musicplayer practice at the storage unit—re-hashing old songs.

Eating a Banana.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Watching The Square [2008].

Working for the Google Overlord.

I walk out of my room and say to Josiah, “I think I’m turning into a computer.”

Eating Apricot and Mango Yogurt with Grapes.


Picking up the queen from Poon’s—she’s had a little too much to drink, not too much, just enough. Hearing her usual nightlife story where she’s with a friend at a bar and an incredibly nice or dumb guy buys her a shot or a drink, and this and that—bar drama. She’s wonderfully cute in this excited and drunkish state though.

Dinner: Brown Rice Spaghetti Noodles with Marinara Sauce, Onions, and Peppers. Fresh Garlic Bread.

In the kitchen sharing dinner with Josiah. She nibbles on some garlic bread and seems to be on a continuous rant and rave about how much she despises a particular person—I mean it’s not news. Some people just clash. I really have no control over trying to change the subject when she gets in such a hateful mood. Just let her speak until she’s sick of talking about it I guess. Hearing such negativity is hard to tolerate though, but who am I to say I don’t have my negative spells and animosity towards disrespectful people. Respect. Love. Respect. Love. Just love me and forget about this please.

In my room. I’ve got to get to work. She wants to make love.

Me: “Baby, I got to go! When I get back…”

Her: “Noooo! No. No. I’m already naked. See. Look.”

She undresses herself. Why not? The news can wait.

It’s a quick but amazing one. Her movement is my pleasure. And I love her.

Newspaper route.

Coast to Coast Radio—discussing genetic engineering and FDA conspiracies.

Eating a bowl of Cherrios with Brown Sugar.


Joining her in bed—she’s so cozy and warm. I love her.

Napping for a while then waking up with a strong blood flow. On top of me—her movement is my pleasure once again.

Me: “You’re so amazing, baby. So good…”

Me: “You don’t know what to do with all this affection do you?”

I drive her back to her car.

Me: “You should tell your mother that I love you. It’s important she knows that.”

Settling down for a full sleep session 9:30 a.m.

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