Air Conditioning.

Writing to get the shit out, I guess.

My mood, if I may be so brash as to assume I have any ownership over said mood I exude, is instantly lifted with the beginnings of the poorly circulated air conditioning. Cold air blows out of the machine in one direction, at one temperature. The thing could run for hours and one would only ever feel it in the living room. So I stay in the living room, switching it off every fifteen minutes or so when it gets too cold blowing directly against skin and the white noise drowns out any other background noises that I'm also trying to drown out.

That isn't true. I like Korey's synth work. It's the first I've really heard of it. A pleasant break from the cheap keyboard that had a permanent playable home at the old residence. They keyboard usually only came on when I was late out the door, causing the duo to spend more time in limbo at home than where ever our destination would prefer us. Grabbing a bag full of "essentials" and determining whether or not I need to use the bathroom before I leave the house (yes, now I do, because I'm thinking about it, and all it takes is the reminder that I have access to a bathroom and my body suddenly decides it's time to pee again) takes the same time out of my day as the creation of an entire songs' riff takes from Korey's.

I think he has more hours in his day. I don't know where he finds them. I'm fascinated by his time management, as silly as that is. He's always inspired. Even when just browsing the computer, it's never mindlessly. I could reread the same facebook updates of friends three times a day out of habit, but Korey's always learning, processing, acquiring, inspired.

Little Sister

Doughnut

"I had a doughnut of 'Duncan' variety on my date with my me. Will never need again. Shop was a perfect mix of employees probably currently attending a local-but-not-too-local high school, patrons excited by but totally savvy in urban living (commuting from Draper or Sandy) and your obvious "bottom of the barrel," "on their way back to hang out on the library's computers" folks. Both variations of clientele successful in reminding one why we (myself and myself on a date) shouldn't be eating this shit.

"But the coffee was great! Seemed like decent coffee brewed to be as watery as possible while still looking brown. My honest preference. 

"I hope you'll still marry me. 

"The thing with this weird dream was that I woke up thinking [Dunkin' Doughnuts] were amazing! A taste and texture I had to constantly dissuade myself from trying. Figured the worst that could happen is that they are as good as I was pretending (and as the delightful exterior (and interior, I have verified!!) would have marketed me to believe). And most likely just realize that they do not live up to my unrealistic dream-state standard. The later occurred. Hey I love you! It's okay if you don't kiss me for a few days while I detox it from my system."

Revised for moderate grammatical accuracy. Originally sent from iPod to Korey's iPhone.

Korey is an Artist.

At The Rose Establishment Sunday prior, Korey was asked impromptu to draw some beets and radishes. Robin, design-flaw.tumblr.com, has been nothing but generous and offered the opportunity up to Korey.

I revisited after window-shopping the area (induced by Sundays in Utah where few stores are actually open) and caught the pieces' progress even more. Korey looks the part.

These aren't posed.

While I assumed friendship with the bulk of The Rose's clientele, Korey finished up. Job well done. Job for a Sunday.

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