Saturday November 17 2012


☼ ○ ▬

It becomes an awkward situation in my house when Aysena visits me while Margot is here. Margot doesn’t know the full extent of who she is to me. We’re leaving. Margot gave me the keys to this car I’ve never driven and I’m having trouble finding it. It’s supposed to be a Camaro or a Camo, I don’t know.

“So where is this car, Margot?”

She’s being evasive on purpose.

“Which car is it?! C’mon! I’m gonna be late for work!”

I find myself uncontrollably screaming in anger. I’m stressed because I also have to give Aysena a ride somewhere. She walks over to the trashcan to dump something. I confront her.

“So are you coming?”


I explain that Margot is my ex-girlfriend, but she already knows that. Margot walks over and offers Ays a strange looking hug and insults her by calling her Abe Lincoln.

▬ ○ ☼

Waking up directly at 11:21 a.m. The back of my throat is a little itchy and my head is still throbbing. And now I’m gonna be a tad bit late for work.

A shot of Apple Cider Vinegar. Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice. Ibuprofen. Zinc (50 mg).

All day shift at China Wok.

Anthony had texted me last night while I was at The Wave...
...lost out here in a thousand loose details and the fog of a friday night...where the hell is robert and what is he doing and what is he thinking and who is he really right now in this exact moment in time and space? ...we need to connect soon. to set our hearts and souls and minds and everythings right. we need to. soon soon soon.

I respond back to him now with, “in that exact moment I was in the middle of a dance frenzy...a time void of a somewhat strange world of friendly misfit party people. I was thinking about how free I felt and how gorgeous this African beauty was and happy that she reciprocated the attraction. I was who I was which is who I am.”

I add, “in other words I was at the wave.”

Hard Boiled Egg. Five Guys French Fries. Honey Green Tea.

It’s a slow day for deliveries.

Bosc Pear.

Off work and back home.

Hot and Sour Soup with Rice, Broccoli, and Bread.

Watching Battleground (2012).

I hear a bunch of commotion in the hallway. The kids have schemed to barricade Kevin’s bedroom door with everything they can find while he’s sleeping. At the top of the twin mattress two bowlfuls of water sit waiting for an unsuspecting Kevin to get an early morning douse. I live in a zoo.


Margot calls me with a request to give her a ride to her car because she’s stranded at Poon’s. Earlier in the day we got into quite a bicker on the phone and I called her a child, multiple times to get the point across. She doesn’t how to act any other way towards me, even now when we’re not dating nor seeing each other. Sometimes she gets so bitter I have no choice but to say it like it really is. So with that in mind I didn’t like the cross feelings so I take her up on the request. After dropping her off she insists I come over.


There. She’s wearing this new pink dress that she takes pride in.

“Do you like my dress?”

“Yes. Of course.”

She takes it off along with everything else except her panties. Still fully clothed I join her underneath the soft Hello Kitty blanket. I’m entrapped now. When her body is presented to me in such a way – or when I am confined underneath her pressing bosom – I cannot refrain from surrender. At some point it becomes irresistible. Here’s to another pick-me-up-ex-girlfriend sex.


I wanted to get back home after that but sleepiness overwhelms me.

[i] Nothings. Graphic from Adbusters.
[ii] Image by me.

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