Thursday February 21 2013

Dark Mean album cover.[i]

Waking up around 1 p.m. in my own bed.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

Looking through my mail that I received while I was gone the past three days. A Valentine card from my mom. < 3. And an envelope from Aysena with a postcard and some letters. From Russia with Love.

Package from Aysena (Feb 21 2013)

“I’m so glad I have friend as you whom I can send such a stupid and causeless letters.


I’m not such good writer. Have no muse and all. Just writing some things that just came from my mind. I’m so bad at writer. Thanks God I’m good at math. If I wasn’t I would be most useless person in da whole world.”

I get on Skype to chat with her.

Her: “I want you heee-re...with me. Someone to take care of me cause I’m just all alone. I need love.”

Me: “You need love? Everybody needs love.”

Her: “I want it...too much.”

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Lemon Water.

Watching Skyfall (2012).

Catching up on life.

You creep, creep, creep through the tender walls of my heart. I feel it ever so slightly. Do you approve of…me…of my light?

Garlic Barbecue Salmon with Broccoli, Onions, Peppers, Carrots, and Rice.

Finishing Skyfall (2012).

Coffee with Brown Sugar and Almond Milk.

Trying to read. I call Becca instead for something a little more uplifting. I feel like going for a walk even though it’s trifling cold out. Smoking a clove and venting to her about some of my recent bitter and sentimental thoughts.

Snacking on Goldfish Crackers and getting lost in my thoughts while listening to particular songs over and over again. God these melodies seep inside the cracks of my skin...enhancing this beautiful mood. The purity of what I’m feeling is so much that I even pass on my usual nightly sexual release. I just let the music play...let it lull me to sleep, something I don’t often do when I go to bed.

Sleep around 5:30 a.m.

[i] Dark Mean album cover.

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