Wednesday April 13 2011



4:13 p.m. waking up.


Breakfast: Organic Strawberry Pop Tart. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.


Business.

Google work.


I stop by Anthony’s thrift store for some boxes.


Work at China Wok—one order. Whoo!


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


Anthony: “Kenneth came into my work today. Seeing him in other places and different backdrops…it doesn’t look natural…it’s like he runs out of bounds.”


We find out two doors down from us is a big house for rent. This will be Plan B.


Ballin’ on the courts with Carmen, Anthony, and Devon.


Rachel: “Tell me what you’re about to do. I want a preview!”

Me: “Eating Blueberry Yogurt.”


Eating Blueberry Yogurt.

Listening to Anthony and Margot reminisce their middle school days.

Jordan walks in with those plastic brown coconut bra straps affixed over his shirt.


Just her and I now.

Margot: “Let’s put on a movie so we can not watch the movie!”


Enjoying romantic sexy time with the queen. I can’t help myself from grappling every part of her body—squeezing—feeling strange desires to bite out a chunk of her precious skin.

“I just want to eat you up…”

“You’re so beautiful….”

“I love you…”


Dinner: Sun Dried Tomato Chicken with Alfredo Tortellini and Broccoli.


Newspaper route.

Drinking Iced Coffee and a Blueberry Donut from 7-11.

Coast to Coast AM—the possibility of alien-human hybrids walking amongst us. Listening to some bizarre personal accounts from Whitely Strieber who suggests this could be true.


I find Rachel on the floor snuggled up next to Chance. Aw look at you two.

Reclining on the couch—snacking on Popcorn.

Jordan stumbles out of the attic to make a dentist appointment.

Quietly talking to Rachel, “Is something written on his face?”

Rachel: [giggle]

To Jordan I say, “Hey you have something on your face.”

He doesn’t seem to care. He’ll find out eventually that in big black marker it reads, FIX MY TEETH—a prank Josh thought was a cool thing to write on Jordan’s face when he was past out.


With Rachel watching this documentary, The Most Hated Family in America [2007], about the Christian group that professes God Hates Fags.

She’s mastering her Etch-A-Sketch skills while I finish up some Google work.


Settling down in my room next to the queen.

8 a.m.

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