Saturday June 11 2011

Waking up just after 11 a.m.

Breakfast: Plain Bagel with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc.

Full day shift at China Wok.

During the slow period Ling hauls a box of snow peas and puts it on the table.

Ling: “Robert’s?” I don’t know why he insists on saying my name with an “s”.

I know that means it’s time to snap the ends of the snow peas—quite a tedious task, a fairly simple action but is time consuming.

As I reverse out of my parking spot I hear a bang and my car jolts. I look over to my left to see a white Cadillac, also backing out. He nicked me in the side causing quite a dent in my car. I even looked behind me to check if anyone was there. I guess both of us decided to back out at the same time and coincidentally stayed in each other’s blind spots. It’s an embarrassing moment. Not really anyone’s fault except I took the most damage. He got away with a few scrapes and smears of green on his bumper. Exchanging information and all that jazz.

Him: “It’s a shame.”

Me: “It’s alright. This stuff happens sometimes.”

Lunch: Hard Boiled Egg. Cape Cod Kettle Cooked Potato Chips with Avocado. Honey Green Tea.

Reading DOOM novel #4.

Peaches. Oats and Caramel Bar. Banana Yogurt.

Wow. It’s slow as slugs on a sidewalk. There’s something weird going on.

Finally, we get our dinner rush, if you can even call it that.

The rain pours from the sky like a million bottomless buckets.

Dinner: Vegetable Lo Mein.

Back home.

Chris Remaley makes a sudden appearance in my room. It’s been a few weeks since we played music together. Chad’s been hard to get a hold of and we need him to complete the tri-force of Musicplayer.

So there’s this really bad b-horror movie that came out in 1989 called Hitcher in the Dark, all filmed on location in Virginia Beach/Norfolk. I thought it was the only jewel of it’s kind before Anthony reveals a kickboxing movie, also filmed here, called Psycho Kickboxer, circa 1992—didn’t come out on DVD till 1997.

Starting at 6:07 you can view a fight scene on the fishing pier.

Quick run to Kmart for some milk. Their milk is below my standards but it will have to do.

Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat Cereal.

After having an arousing text conversation I realize that I have a nymphomaniac girlfriend (nothing wrong with that):

Her: “So is it bad that I want to have sex with you again. When we had sex last night and the night before…and the night before hah.”

Me: “nothing wrong with consistent sex.”

Her: “I want you so much all the time. ALL THE TIME. I need you everyday….I feel weird feeling that way.”

Me: “its just desire. desire makes you want me like that. same for me.”

[WARNING: X-RATED TEXT] Her: “I want to lick your cock and make it harder than a cinder block…Mannnnnn:

Me: “mmm. xrated.”

Her: “I can’t stop thinking about how you will make me feel tonight…”

Me: “mmhmm. what time will I be seeing you?”

Her: “After I’m done being hot and sweaty at work!!! I have never been this horny in my life…..Touch me!!!!”

The A/C has not been working the past two days from the power outage. It’s hardly livable in this house. I plan on spending the night with her in her cool cozy bed. And of course doing things mentioned previously in our texts.

As soon as I arrive to her house she informs me some of those naughty texts were composed/inspired by a customer of hers at work. Disappointed.

Sleep around 4-ish a.m.