Friday January 20 2012


DREAM: Attending this small gathering. A hipster looking girl I barely know, maybe only met once in my life, is talking to me. She shows me a fashion magazine to which she engraved commentary blurbs on random pages pointing out the ridiculousness of glamour. I read through them and they’re quite clever. Surrounded by like-minded people. Some guy puts on this pink dress to be ironic. People notice and take the opportunity to snap photos of him. This whole scene feels like the dawn of a post-cool philosophy.

Waking up around noon. Gah. I fear my normal late wake-up schedule is returning. I refuse to go back.

Instant Maple Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, and Raisins. Strawberry Banana Orange Juice.

Errands. Paying off my car loan in whole.

Margot calls in the middle of it all just to say hi and such. I get a little uncomfortable and nervous after she tells me her plans to hang out with some guy after she gets off work tonight. We’re still not dating and the lack of security really gets to me because I know her all too well.

Me: “Just respect me and I’ll do the same for you.”


Soon after I text her...

Me: “i want you all to myself or not at all. not interested in sharing.”

Her: “Well then let’s make it official. Cause I’m up for grabs until then.”

Me: “no. you’re not up for grabs until we finalize it. you’re mine until i say you aren’t.”

Her: “Yes sir!”

Grilled Egg and Cheese Sandwich with Tomato and Hummus. Potato Chip Trio. Aloe Vera Drink. Strawberry Yogurt.

I text her again...

Me: “if you wanted to sleep with me tonight in my bed id be okay with that.”

Intense Vaginasaurs rehearsal at Stephanie’s house. Recording some live takes on new songs.

Snacking on leftover Pizza from Sarah.

Back home.

Garlic Black Beans with Cabbage, Onions, and Broccoli. Garlic Naan Bread.

Editing Vaginasaurs tracks.

Pineapple. Hot Chocolate.

I settle down in bed and Margot shows up. She’s fresh off work and had to close. Unsatisfied with the money she made. She strips everything off except her panties. I love that I have someone that feels this comfortable to be practically naked with. Warming up and snuggling together...

Her: “Why can’t we be Facebook friends again?”

Me: “I don’t know. I kinda like the idea of two people who are very close not being Facebook friends. I can talk to you about things instead of you already knowing.”

Sleep around 3 a.m.

[i] Blue Hair. Image source unknown.

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