eek!!

Oh god ...oh god...
must write paper !!!! but the nintendo is calling...ahhhhhhhhhh
must resist the temptation...must resist..
but i'm soo close to finish the level

oh god oh god
must be good...paper important



mmmmm...i'll just play for 10 mins it will ok

oh god...
must not panic!!! will be fine. just need lots of coffee.
mmmmmmmmm coffeeeeeeeee

if ya want madame butterfly go to the opera

"I like asian girls"

i hate those words....ok guys...just cause you like asian girls doesn't mean you have to tell us. Cause with those simple words you have totally ruined any chance you had of getting laid. ...I mean dude the last guy i dated said those words to me on the second date and i never answered his phone calls again. Actually the exact words were "i love asian girls, their so hard working and submissive, so into family, so nice"...hmmmm have ya seen my tattoo???

each time someone says that my internal radar goes.."RUN!! RUN!!!" i don't need to be lumped into that image of a itty bitty girl in a mandarin dress. Those things are damn uncomfortable. (yes that means i actually own one...i had a moment).

Now having said that i do love all the shit i get away with being asian. Like the ability to get away from strange creepy men by looking at them blankly, pretending i don't speak english and just to giggle inanely as i cover my mouth with my hand. hahahahhaha i still can't believe how many people buy that as a normal reaction.

don't judge me...you're the fashion victim

so how is it ok for someone to ride a bike at 9am in the morning in orange fishnets, orange ankle boots, black capris and a black poorboy hat and it's not ok for me to wear a denim dress and knee high boots. It's not as though i was going out in a formal wear....

I don't get it...how does someone wearing that amazing combintation of clothes turn around a give me that look...oh you know that look....that look that says "what on earth are you wearing"....

weird....

did i miss the memo about dressing up in halloween colours???

Crazy PSycho

hmmmm....I knew that there were crazy psychotic people out there and they're generally really cool, but then there are those who give all us crazy psychotic people bad names. See I'm crazy but I not a bitch (well most of the time). But I think I met the queen of all bitches this weekend.
My new job is this crazy serving place where i have to run around serving people drinks in a really big really dark theatre. And so far its been great but there is always that one person that makes me remember why I really really hate people. This crazy person all of a sudden as I had her the bill makes a great big fuss that I had given her really bad service cause she only got ONE round of drinks and wants to see the manager. Which really did her no good cause he made her pay for them anyways...but to keep a long story short this woman grabs my arm later as the lights come back on in the theatre and calls me a "little c**t" and screams at me about the service.
....now I don't know about anyone else but who say's that!!?? It was soo weird...and 2 seconds later she wants to know how big my section was and how long i've been there. Well considering i was serving drinks to about 200 people and i'd only been here for 2 weeks she suddenly changes her mind. I am no longer a "little c**t instead i'm "sweetie" and how it was totally not my fault for screwing up but the "fucking f****t" of a manger should know how to do his job better. screaming that she ran a business and that SHE was looking for a place where should could entertain her clients and how SHE was SOOO disappointed in the service.


And during all this time i was standing there thinking about the nice satisfying pop her eyeballs would make if i just jab them lightly with my pen and what kind of business could she possible have that requires you to entertain clients in a darkened place. Strange....

So anyways....instead of maiming or killing her the manager and i instead sat at the bar after work and entertain ourselves by making fun of her and drinking.