Thursday May 5 2011

Waking up at 3 p.m.

Breakfast: Cinnamon Raisin Toast. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.

Getting a new job for Edible Arrangements—starting this weekend.

Kevin: “Dude, I woke up with a ton of boxes all around me! I felt like Shredder from Ninja Turtles 2 buried in garbage.”

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Vitamin Water.

Unpacking—organizing—arranging the living room.

Dinner: Carmen’s Spicy Pasta with Tuna. Broccoli. Naan Bread with Fresh Garlic. Corona.

Anthony barges into my room, “Robert, I really look up to you. You wake up every morning and you get it done.”

Me: “I hope you write a book one day called Wake Up Every Morning and Get it Done.”

More unpacking and organizing.

Wesley, Emily, and JP stop by to see the new place. I miss seeing my old friends. It’s sad to even identify them as old friends. Old or new. Friends are friends forever.

The queen went out tonight with her girls. And you know what that means for me. I stop by Poon’s to pick her up. Of course this usually takes at least 10 minutes because she has to make her rounds to almost everyone—exclaiming I love you’s and Goodbye’s. It reminds me when I was a kid going to church with mom. After the service, I’d be impatiently waiting to leave while my mom makes her rounds talking to everybody she can.

Margot’s really drunk riding in the passenger seat as she repeats her words and tells me confusing stories about her night. I can’t help but snicker every now and then at how cute she sounds.

We walk into the house and all the kids are getting live and hanging out. Immediately Anthony and Kelley start shouting “SEX WITH MARGOT! SEX WITH MARGOT!” making fun of course on how I write in my blog. I take her upstairs and…well, Sex with Margot. I would’ve preferred her to not be so inebriated but man, I was itching for this, especially after this week of MOVING hell. I love her.

Newspaper route.

Grapes. Apple Fritter from 7-11 and Milk.

Coast to Coast AM.

Getting back home. She wakes up and shakes her arms signaling me to embrace her. Ahh. So warm. She’s mad that she can’t remember having sex or anything for that matter after I picked her up.

“Come over here and love me!”

More Sex with Margot.

Sleep 7 a.m.

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