Thursday July 21 2011

DREAM: Emily Hill’s wearing really small black shorts—we’re hanging out—there’s a positive tension between the two of us—something’s wrong with the rest of the world, or maybe just the world around us at the current moment. Sitting inside a portable trailer, the kind they have at public schools when there’s not enough classrooms to accommodate the high number of students. A king or ambassador is in control of what’s to come. The two of us have something to do with the end of the world…

Waking up at 11:20 a.m.

Orange Juice.

Extreme Hot Yoga session…Chrissy is our teacher today, the one that keeps a constant flow, fast paced.

During the final lying down pose…

“Focus in on your thoughts………Recognize the important ones and allow them to leave.”

Blueberries and a Plum.

Picking up my car at the shop after a day without it. Grand total: $644.21. The only thing I could’ve done to prevent this was not buy used tires. One of them randomly ripped its thread and caused a CV axle problem.

Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Tomato and Mayonnaise. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Nothing beats a solo sexual release followed by a 20-minute nap.

Apple Fritter Bread and Strawberry Yogurt.

Google work.

Cleaning behind the dryer where a rotting piece of meat mysteriously ended up. When I discovered it about a week ago, I removed the actual meat but didn’t get the chance to wipe up the puddle of dried up juice and exoskeletons of fruit flies. Now it’s done and I feel better.

Taking the couch surfers, Jenny and Measha to Trader Joe’s and Starbucks where Raven is working—getting the drink hook-up.

Snacking on Carrots with Ranch and Pita with Hummus.

Everyone’s here in the living room—Are You Afraid of the Dark? on TV, “The Tale of the Ghastly Grinner”.

We get the bright idea to take our good musical spirits to 64th street at the beach.

Chowing down on Channelo’s Pizza and a beer.

The night sky is bright—light breeze in the air—the colorful lights flicker and twirl around Devon’s hula hoop—Darren’s dancing—Miles on the accordion—I’ve got a guitar—Kevin on his violin. It’s a good late night evening with friends and music.

Oh baby. I’m sorry. I know you had a long day and just wanted to be alone with me.

I’m stressed out because she’s upset. She gets so enraged. She wasn’t able to have me all to her self. Of course she’s making me feel guilty for being with my friends. She needs me though….

“Margot, I’m just getting more and more irritated and angry the more I talk to you. I have to go.” There just comes a point in our conversations, while we attempt to understand each other, that we just have to quit. Just stop. Give up for the night. Try again tomorrow…

Dumpster diving at Trader Joe’s…

I need a stress reliever…

Two mermaids are sounding off their pretty empathetic voices while I smoke a Bali Hai, while we wade in the black sea that is our newly paved parking lot. Imagination….is more important than knowledge. Anthony and Lauren are the black sea creatures that keep me sane….

Mortal Kombat: Annihilation…

Sleep 4:30 a.m.


tristan stewart said...

beach music night should be a recurring thing. it looks like a good time.

Anonymous said...

I'm mentioned in Robert's blog! I'm famous now! It looks like Darren is wearing a pink shirt but really it's just his skin.