Saturday August 13 2011

Waking up after the second alarm goes off. 11:11 a.m.

Breakfast: Peach. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Just finishing a delivery on Roselyn Lane—about to drive off. A kid in a wheelchair hollers at me, “Happy Birthday!” (“Happy Burfday Hunnie Bunz” is still painted on the back window and hasn’t rubbed off yet) I drive further and he adds, “HUNNIE BUNZ!”

Lunch: Bagel with Peanut Butter. Kettle Cooked Potato Chips with Avocado. Lemonade.

Stimulating phone conversations…

A mental caress…

The shits are tippy today. I mean, the shi…shit! THE TIPS ARE SHITTY today!

Too many cars surround me…too many lights slowing me down…too many obstacles…claustrophobia! Back the fuck off! Get the fuck out of my way! I’m the China Man, as some customers refer to me as, and my mission is undefeatable!

Blueberry Yogurt.

The night deliveries continue…they go on and on…I’m wokked out and fed up.

Dinner: Breaded Cod Fillets dipped in Spicy Vinegar Ketchup. Jasmine Rice with Peppers and Onions. Mixed Vegetables. Williamsburg White Ale.

Watching The Other Man [2008].

More stimulating phone conversations…

Sometimes I wonder what conversations would be like without filler words…they would be succinct and straight to the point. Maybe we’d learn to articulate ourselves better and be more efficient in our communication. But filler words I think make conversation more colorful and alive and real. “I don’t know” “Um” “Yeah” “Like” “You know”

People idolize sex…for personal gratification. Real sex is lost nowadays.

Body language is crucial. Most people are often unaware of what their bodies are communicating.

Milk adventures to Kmart. Earlier, Dustin, by request, brought me back a bottle of Oberweiss milk from Kmart. Later on, just when I’m about to pour a big bowl of cereal, I discover the milk is curdled and expires tomorrow. Oh Dustin. So I grab Anthony and we go on a milk adventure to Kmart to return the spoiled milk. The only thing good about Kmart is their 24 hours. Everything else? Bleh. There’s a reason I call any escapade to Kmart an adventure. It’s because most every time I go there a complication occurs. For a split second we almost ran into one as the manager tries to ring up some bagels along with the replaced milk. But luckily it’s a smooth transaction. I pull Anthony from the magazine rack where he’s engrossed in a zine centered on Tupac and we jet…

Enjoying a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Sleep sometime after 4 a.m.

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