February 2009
29 posts
ain't life grand?
I just realized how many people I have in my “inner circle” and how lucky I am to have them in my life at this point in time. Except you Lily because you’re still just an acquaintance.
January 2009
58 posts
hay knee ous!
25 random shite you may or may not already know 1. I’m an asian who hates asian but is still proud to be asian. 2. My favourite smell is the smell of the salty air of the beach and steamed silk soy milk. 3. I’m getting addicted to peircings and tattoos. The pain hurts so good. 4. I have a fetish for people with glasses and dark hair. It gets me almost every time. 5. I have never...
the problem with never leaving your comfort zone
The problem with never leaving your comfort zone is that the price of comfort is boredom. I feel that now I am too predictable and that is the root of my lack of contentment for my life, work and this city. Well, I am through with that and since I didn’t make a new years resolution, I will make a new Me goal! So here we go:
Explore a different part of the city.
Go to the zoo even if nobody...
this american life
http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1620628768?bctid=1542684127
Skip to 5:51. This story is depressingly inspirational. One of the few things in life that makes me want to cry. I didn’t though cause I’m not normal.
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got...”
– Breakfast at Tiffany’s. (via filmquotes) (via paperglass)
I do love Audrey Hepburn.
Mel
(via moxiekid)
Its on!
no more snoring. thank the lord no more snoring!
No offense Lily but as badly as you need no lights or sounds in the room, I can’t have snoring. Here’s even a list of things I can have whilst sleeping:
Earthquake <==It has been done
Someone jackhammering the ceiling <==This too has been done
Someone sitting on me while playing rock band
Sleeping in a closet with a microwave for a pillow and no blanket. <==I fucking need...
On the 108. Reblog from Lily.
Me: I kind of like that soft, never-worked-a-day-in-their-lives look.
She: Oh hell no. They need to work for their shit. They need to know what's up.
She: I need someone who can plow the fields with me.
Me: Plow the fields in more ways than one, if ya know what I'm sayin' ...
She: ... dude, I'm shtraight.
a lesson in being alone
This is my new mantra for the time being:
I don’t need to constantly be around people.
I don’t need to be in constant conversation.
The only reason why I get caught up in drama is because I don’t give myself time to digest and think.
Its time to digest and think.
Digest and think one more time.
Silence can be golden, not frightening nor claustrophobic.
I don’t need...
pillow talk
Me: I’m gonna fart on you.
Lily: What?! You better not!
Me: Don’t worry. I’m gonna let it out soft and slow so you don’t notice.
Lily: Oh you better not.
Me: Wouldn’t it be funny if I farted on you while you were humping my butt mid contact and the only reason why you repelled off is because the fart pushed you away?
Lily: God, I love you!
Ten minutes...
“I gotta fart. Period farts smell the worst.”
– Yours truly while on the rag
I Felt the Hate Rise Up In Me...
surlysimian:
Alright, so this blog may be a result of my uterine walls shedding, but WHAT IN THE FUCK, BORDERS CUSTOMERS?
Okay, in the tradition of Murphy’s Law, Borders was calm until a shit storm hit it for about fifteen minutes. During these fifteen minutes, this is what happened.
An old crotchety regular (is there any other kind, really?!) came up and asked to order a DVD. First of all,...
“I don’t believe in what you say but I will fight to the death for your right to...”
– Melannie Aquino, drunk off her ass. (via surlysimian)
Shortly after is when I SET MY HAIR ON FIRE!
uweleh!
That’s my new favourite word at the moment. It used to be vagina but after a while even that word loses its sparkle. Anyway, its pronounced the way you spell it but faster and you stick your tongue out at the same time. Get it? Yeah you do. C’mon try it out now. “Uweleh!” “Uweleh!” “Uweleh!” I mainly use it in a gagging sense or whenever I try to...
“I finally figured out why I’m so horny for ****. Its because he’s...”
– Carmenita
drinking tonight
One more night of drunken debauchery in the Castro. Wish me luck. I really don’t want to chase Caydon down the streets again.
WatchShe’s so adorable, she almost makes me want to have kids. Then I think about the 108 bus to Treasure Island and then I think FUCK THAT SHIT!
bye bye guile!
You are for sure gone this time. I feel bad because I don’t know why you even died.. I did everything I was supposed to do; Feed you, change your light, and spray the water. You looked peaceful in your last hours except for the fact that your tongue was sticking out as if to eat one last imaginary cricket.
What am I supposed to do with 250 crickets now? I’d release them but I...
lizard update
Dear Guile (the chameleon),
I’m sorry that your owners left you under my care for a few weeks. I know its tough because I’m never home and can’t give you all of the love and attention you need. I have to work and sometimes I hang out with my friends afterwards to unwind. I like to think that I leave you ample food (crickets) and water. Hopefully your lamp isn’t too hot for...
food for thought
moxiekid:
Dear anyone who is unhappy with their life,
The unhappiness will fade with time, but your reaction to your circumstances could trigger consequences that will last much longer. Don’t do anything rash. Calm down, eat a cookie, pet a cat, buy a new pair of shoes, and breathe it out.
If you still feel like shit after all of that, take the measures you need to make life fit better around...
thank the lord jesus christ
He moved! That fucker moved. Hopefully he’ll last the night cause I can’t handle this shit anymore.
ready to move
I need change and fresh beginings. Seattle, I may come sooner than expected.
words can't even describe how much
How much 2009 SUCKS! Cause it does. Warning my sentences will be run-on, depressing, panicky and at times not even make any sense. That is pretty much how I’m feeling right now. Lets begin with work. Also I will write in letter form. For some reason, its the only way I feel I can write right now.
Dear Work,
I love you but you are starting to make me feel like less of a human being and more...
letters from a secret admirer
Dear You,
Its me again. I’m writing to tell you that I am fianlly over you. It took me a while and it didn’t help that you would do that thing you did that drove me insane. You know, be yourself. So anyway, I have found someone else. Someone cuter and younger. Thats it and even though that person doesn’t know I exist, YET, I know that this may be the one for me.
So just giving...
too classy for words
Zexy Rexy and I are walking down Market St. to the Transbay Terminal after work.
Me: Keep walking dude.
Zexy Rexy: What?
Me: Keep walking.
Zexy Rexy: Why, what are you doing?
Me: I got to fart so keep walking.
Zexy Rexy: That is so GROSS!
Me: I know! Farts are gross and disgusting and’ I’ll never do it in front of you.
Zexy Rexy: Hahaha. Why not?
Me: I’m too classy of a...
