Wednesday February 1 2012


She wakes me up...

Her: “What time is it?”

Me: “It’s 12:49 p.m.”

A little morning sex is called for.

We head to Doc Taylor’s for an afternoon breakfast. It’s such a beautiful day. The sun is blinding my sensitive eyes...

Playfully she calls me a vampire, “You vampire.”

Me: “No, I’m a recovering vampire. I used to be.”


Recently, after watching the documentary Forks Over Knives (2011) where it was shown that most all degenerative diseases are linked to an animal-based diet and processed foods diet, and after years of awareness and study, I came to the conclusion that I should eliminate processed foods completely and I should eliminate animals as well. I explain this to Margot...

Me: “I think I’ve hit the point where I’m done with meat. After a lot of research I’ve decided I’m switching to a plant-based foods diet. I’ll still eat fish and some seafood. I’ll officially be a pescatarian I guess. But I’m still uncertain about milk.”

She retorts back in a scolding kind of voice, “Well I eat cow and chicken cause that’s what normal people do, Robert.”

She speaks as if I’m crazy for even considering the diet change. Her close-mindedness has always been unbecoming to me. She has a distaste for hippies and associates vegetarianism with them. And because of that she views herself as superior. This is so silly. This is where prejudices form. Right here. Opinions from particular groups of people are not given any weight because of association and reputation. And it just sucks that she has to be one of the naysayers.

Our food is ready. I ordered the Blueberry French Toast with Eggs and Bacon (I gave the bacon to her) and Orange Juice. Also, Zinc (50 mg).

Back home. Doing more research and writing.

Darren and his sister Gillian are chilling downstairs. We head out to the fields nearby and throw a Frisbee around. 


Margot texts me...

“I love you too but this isn’t going to work. You make me feel like there’s a million things wrong with me and every problem is my fault. We’re fooling ourselves thinking it’s gonna be different than last time...I will love you forever and always and it was nice spending these past few months with you.”

On the phone with her...the conversation is utterly frustrating...

Her: “You make me feel like an awful person and that everything is my fault.”


Me: “This is what true friends do for each other. We critique and make judgments. But you get so offended. Your vices are not what make you who you are. I like who you are. I’m attracted to who you are. I think you’re cute.”

Editing. Researching.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Oolong Tea.

Playing the guitar downstairs while Darren sits and drinks his drink and listens.

She brings this song to my attention by posting it on my Facebook wall and the melodies seep into my heart so easily...

Making dinner downstairs at midnight. The heavy brunch meal earlier pushed my eating schedule forward a little bit.

Sharing it with Darren. Cuban Style Black Beans with Broccoli, Mushrooms, Onions, Green Peppers, and Rice.

Margot texted me earlier, “I don’t know what’s going on with us but if you’d like to come over I’d like your company.” So I head over there around 1 a.m. She’s just finishing a viewing of the latest X-Men movie. She’s snuggly and cuddly. I sip on a Fat Tire Ale and we watch Conan O'Brien.

I make fun of how this video reminds me of’s 90% on point...

Later we retreat to the bedroom. She hops on top of me and surprises me with immediate sex.

Me: “What are you doing?”

Her: “Nothing for you to complain about...”

Me: “Mmm.”

Pure pleasure. Then off to sleep sunk into her soft new bed sheets. So comfortable...

[i] Aron Wiesenfeld.
[ii] Gillian and Darren. Image by me.
[iii] Darren shouts Skeletar! Image by me.

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