Monday February 20 2012


Hot Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Banana, and Coconut Milk. Aloe Vera Drink.

All day shift at China Wok.

Snapping the snow peas.

Chic-fil-A Spicy Chicken Sandwich with Lettuce, Tomato, Mayonnaise, and Mustard. Waffle Fries and Sweet Tea.

While stocking the can sodas at work I notice a big red heart graphic printed on the diet coke cans. Apparently Coca-Cola is one of the main supporters of the Heart for Truth campaign. My mind is blown. This is too ironic. How is it a company that makes products linked to obesity and heart disease manages to endorse a campaign aimed at eliminating said ill-health problems?   

Steady night for deliveries. It’s cold enough to see my breath.

Listening to talk radio...

Anthony had texted me a few days ago a Mark Twain quote that hit everything on the nail. I ask him to re-send it...

“Plain question and plain answer make the shortest road out of most perplexities.”

Finally off work...

Broccoli and Snow Peas in Garlic Sauce with Rice. Shrimp Egg Roll.

Fortune cookie: “The most difficult lessons are those with the greatest rewards.”


James Graves is in the house! He brings over pizza for everyone and offers me a ride to drop my car off at the shop...

James: “I’m here to make your guys lives happier.”

Darren: “You’re a moving carnival. You just come over here with pizza and rides...”



Making Chocolate Chip Cookies from scratch. All the dwellers of the house are downstairs feeling good about life. We’re a 1435 family. The cookies turn out almost perfect. Margot had called me earlier. I could tell she was a little drunk. She was insistent about sleeping with me and all that. I told her to come over after one. So here she is. But something doesn’t click. I guess Elisa, one our female roommates, rubs her the wrong way and she’s a little overwhelmed with all the people and the noise. She ends up exiting with an attitude and acts really offended that I’m baking cookies and hanging out with my friends. I’m completely perplexed. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. This puts a damper on the freedom of the night. She’s sitting in her car while I’m standing in the house...on the phone with her begging me to come get her or she’s really going to leave.

Me: “What is your problem? You are acting like a child! Just come inside.”

I’m the asshole she says. I’m the rude one she says. I’m being a jerk she says. I try to keep my cool and speak logical things without any emotional tints. But she won’t stop repeating the same phrases. While listening to this immature nonsense something happened inside me. I feel a rage. Anger. Fed up. I couldn’t resist throwing my cell phone down on the floor. Of course this results in it breaking into two pieces. Wonderful. There’s another thing to add on my to-do list.


Eventually she marches into my room in a huff, undresses, and plops down on the bed drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Diet Joke.
[ii] Papa John’s. Image by Elisa Comer.


Anonymous said...

she is ridiculous/

Anonymous said...

I hate Coke. Between hiring high ranking Nazi's and being compliant in the killing of South American union leaders, I refuse to drink or buy it.
- Jes