got cancelled on to see the apartment i've been dying to see for the past 48 hours. how cruel. so instead met up with kayi, followed her around to a number of classical-music cd stores (i'm taking my dad to these places when they come visit, fuxing and fenyang, remember that), then we finally stuffed down some food and thought about what to do. i really just wanted to come home, throw some things in a bag and fall asleep, but we went to pecha kucha instead where we saw practically everyone we know in the city. who knew that artsy fartsy events were such a draw? kayi was sugarmommying me the whole night, so she kept the wine supply going whilst the 13 speakers they had lined up did their thing.
the pecha kucha thing was held at the sculpture space. surprisingly good outdoor space, given the crapity crap location. it almost actually felt like a real museum. we decided we need to hold a hide-and-seek or musical chairs event there.
today was much cooler than it has been. i don't know if i'm finally adjusting to the heat or what, but i remember thinking it was absolutely stifling until well into november last year. is that possible? i wore a sleeveless shirt to work and spent the entire day wrapped in my pashmina.
off to hk tomorrow. how excited are we?!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
stranger danger!
watching 'blades of glory' with jase and cyn. we had taco night tonight, what a great thing! we can't believe we hadn't thought of this before. it's about to be on like donkey kong. just you wait.
two bottles of pinot later and we're all good... well i am, at least. yawning my way through stupid powerpoint for friday and some gifting ideas for later.
tomorrow i'm looking at apartments after work..! i'm excited, although i probably shouldn't be considering my past two excursions. also need to pack for the weekend. i have mad shit to do so laptop should go with, but really really don't want to do anything vaguely productive. just want to hang out and eat and see the fams and think about nothing. so we shall see. i'm a work bitch but i'm not a total sellout. maybe. hopefully.
still yawning.
i got to pick the wines for our events lined up this fall. isn't that hilarious?! no, really, i'm not that bad, but we have a white wine-only policy because (obviously) of the furniture, and that i know a lot less about. not that i know anything. ever.
i wonder what it is about booze that makes you want to make out with people. i mean, getting sleepy, yeah, i get it, inhibiting reflexes, ok, yeah, kinda goes with the sleepy thing. but making out?! grabbing ass? where does that come from? the grape? the must? the skin? the seeds? is there a chemical makeup that induces this?
two bottles of pinot later and we're all good... well i am, at least. yawning my way through stupid powerpoint for friday and some gifting ideas for later.
tomorrow i'm looking at apartments after work..! i'm excited, although i probably shouldn't be considering my past two excursions. also need to pack for the weekend. i have mad shit to do so laptop should go with, but really really don't want to do anything vaguely productive. just want to hang out and eat and see the fams and think about nothing. so we shall see. i'm a work bitch but i'm not a total sellout. maybe. hopefully.
still yawning.
i got to pick the wines for our events lined up this fall. isn't that hilarious?! no, really, i'm not that bad, but we have a white wine-only policy because (obviously) of the furniture, and that i know a lot less about. not that i know anything. ever.
i wonder what it is about booze that makes you want to make out with people. i mean, getting sleepy, yeah, i get it, inhibiting reflexes, ok, yeah, kinda goes with the sleepy thing. but making out?! grabbing ass? where does that come from? the grape? the must? the skin? the seeds? is there a chemical makeup that induces this?
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
boys
this almost isn't for me. entirely. it's just kinda for my girls, the girls, all girls... and me.
i like to refer cryptically to shit like, 'life hits you with shit when you're least expecting it,' whatever. most of the time these comments - duh - refer to what's going on with the boys, in my life, in my friends' lives. i think that i think about it more here in stinkytown vs. back at home because everything - especially the boys - move so much faster. rapid-fire. can't ever claim that fools here waste time.
with the thoughts of one semi-brokenhearted friend haunting me today, i've been spending a lot of time thinking about this particular subject, in between meetings and proposals and stupid work shit. i won't say that i don't get boys, because i do. sometimes. (hint: they're generally bigger and dumber than girls.... and smellier.) i don't honestly think i'm that different, or that any girl is, although there are definitely some commonalities, generalizations one can draw across gender lines. sure. socially-designated, whatever you want to attribute it to (yes, i know that was a fragment). i think anyone with a logical head on her shoulders and half a brain can reason through why people do what they do. it's difficult to fathom, to digest, to accept, and therefore to understand why someone doesn't call you back, or why he's spacing out seeing you with staying at home picking his ass (or so he says), or why he talks daily to his ex. boys do all sort of stupid shit - girls do it, too. we've all cheated and been cheated on and had overlap and got dumped and dumped and were with someone for way too long and in love with the wrong person. we've all done this. why don't we pick up on our own behaviors when we were the ones cheating or lying or making excuses and apply it to the one we're in now? why not just skip all the pining and the heartache and the emotion? it fucking sucks and then it's all over and you feel like an idiot. it ranges from mild annoyance to the world is crashing down around you and you feel like your skin is on fire and that you might vomit.
i like to use logic to avoid emotion, personally.
cyn always has to remind me that people don't work that way. most don't, anyway. they're not robots. emotions make you super stupid. you feel giddy and that warm, weird, nervous excitement builds up when you're pulling into the driveway of his apartment and suddenly you're willing to do the most ridiculous things. there's someone out there for you that you absolutely will fall in love with, a person that you think about so much that you can't wait for the end of the work day until you can see him, someone who loves you more than life, a person you can see yourself with for a long time. we have to know this. but you can't proceed on that plank if you don't let reason and logic go, even if it's just a little bit at a time. sometimes you just have to have faith in risk and love and that this person is going to treat you like you want to treat him. and most times, you're so fucking wrong, but sometimes you're right and everything falls into place and his face appears in your head when you're outlining fourth quarter strategies to a room full of people.
it's the oddest thing.
so, to crystalize (oh... corporate lingo. we're back) my stupid rambling (how many times have i written 'stupid' in this entry?), i don't want anyone to be sad about the incongruencies of your life versus some dumbass guy you really like. as much as you want to hate him, he's probably a good person - he better be or you have issues - and something just isn't in the cards right now for you two. timing, as we all know, is a bitch. and unfortunately it's one of the biggest driving factors in relationships. so maybe the timing was off, maybe that's a far-too-universal explanation for him being an asshole, maybe you're the asshole, maybe the timing was great but he's annoying and smells bad, maybe he doesn't speak nicely to you, maybe he's in love with you but you coulda had a V-8. who knows. life is incredibly messy and for those of us that have happily married parents, we know this better than anyone. (tangent: to have a marriage that lasts longer than you are old, people have to become freakish co-dependents and they have to grow together like a tree graft until one can't survive without the other. that's a bad metaphor, but let it go.)
something and someone else will happen, and this will pass. you have us and we loves you.
i like to refer cryptically to shit like, 'life hits you with shit when you're least expecting it,' whatever. most of the time these comments - duh - refer to what's going on with the boys, in my life, in my friends' lives. i think that i think about it more here in stinkytown vs. back at home because everything - especially the boys - move so much faster. rapid-fire. can't ever claim that fools here waste time.
with the thoughts of one semi-brokenhearted friend haunting me today, i've been spending a lot of time thinking about this particular subject, in between meetings and proposals and stupid work shit. i won't say that i don't get boys, because i do. sometimes. (hint: they're generally bigger and dumber than girls.... and smellier.) i don't honestly think i'm that different, or that any girl is, although there are definitely some commonalities, generalizations one can draw across gender lines. sure. socially-designated, whatever you want to attribute it to (yes, i know that was a fragment). i think anyone with a logical head on her shoulders and half a brain can reason through why people do what they do. it's difficult to fathom, to digest, to accept, and therefore to understand why someone doesn't call you back, or why he's spacing out seeing you with staying at home picking his ass (or so he says), or why he talks daily to his ex. boys do all sort of stupid shit - girls do it, too. we've all cheated and been cheated on and had overlap and got dumped and dumped and were with someone for way too long and in love with the wrong person. we've all done this. why don't we pick up on our own behaviors when we were the ones cheating or lying or making excuses and apply it to the one we're in now? why not just skip all the pining and the heartache and the emotion? it fucking sucks and then it's all over and you feel like an idiot. it ranges from mild annoyance to the world is crashing down around you and you feel like your skin is on fire and that you might vomit.
i like to use logic to avoid emotion, personally.
cyn always has to remind me that people don't work that way. most don't, anyway. they're not robots. emotions make you super stupid. you feel giddy and that warm, weird, nervous excitement builds up when you're pulling into the driveway of his apartment and suddenly you're willing to do the most ridiculous things. there's someone out there for you that you absolutely will fall in love with, a person that you think about so much that you can't wait for the end of the work day until you can see him, someone who loves you more than life, a person you can see yourself with for a long time. we have to know this. but you can't proceed on that plank if you don't let reason and logic go, even if it's just a little bit at a time. sometimes you just have to have faith in risk and love and that this person is going to treat you like you want to treat him. and most times, you're so fucking wrong, but sometimes you're right and everything falls into place and his face appears in your head when you're outlining fourth quarter strategies to a room full of people.
it's the oddest thing.
so, to crystalize (oh... corporate lingo. we're back) my stupid rambling (how many times have i written 'stupid' in this entry?), i don't want anyone to be sad about the incongruencies of your life versus some dumbass guy you really like. as much as you want to hate him, he's probably a good person - he better be or you have issues - and something just isn't in the cards right now for you two. timing, as we all know, is a bitch. and unfortunately it's one of the biggest driving factors in relationships. so maybe the timing was off, maybe that's a far-too-universal explanation for him being an asshole, maybe you're the asshole, maybe the timing was great but he's annoying and smells bad, maybe he doesn't speak nicely to you, maybe he's in love with you but you coulda had a V-8. who knows. life is incredibly messy and for those of us that have happily married parents, we know this better than anyone. (tangent: to have a marriage that lasts longer than you are old, people have to become freakish co-dependents and they have to grow together like a tree graft until one can't survive without the other. that's a bad metaphor, but let it go.)
something and someone else will happen, and this will pass. you have us and we loves you.
Monday, August 27, 2007
*snore*
shout out to our katie pie heading back to canuckistan (as jason puts it) tomorrow. we'll miss you while you're gone... vaseline and pepto or no.
met katie pie and cyn and jason out for dinner at element fresh, ready to fall on my face. actually, ready to fall on my face the whole day. not sure why, probably having to do with no exercise, drinking, and overeating several days in a row.
talking to trev in beijing now... bed soon. night!
met katie pie and cyn and jason out for dinner at element fresh, ready to fall on my face. actually, ready to fall on my face the whole day. not sure why, probably having to do with no exercise, drinking, and overeating several days in a row.
talking to trev in beijing now... bed soon. night!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
falling victim
....to so many things. lapsing on my writing shouldn't be one of them.
the past two weeks have been a study in social saturation, gearing up for sending trevor off to beijing, trying to find that life-work balance, trying to understand how things are working in my head. shit hits you when you're least expecting it - that i have learned in these 29 years.
trev dropped me off at the shangri la on the way to the airport, where steph, marc, albert, drew, scott, and sherry were for brunch. i was going to skip - deadlines loom for my article, there's sleep to be had all over the place, and another day of food insanity wasn't what i needed after a week of failed attempts to go to yoga - but i decided to be social over being productive and showed up. i'd seen scott the night before at constellation so i got called out for wearing the same clothes he'd seen me in last night - oops - and still lugging around the laptop and the stuff i bought at h & m with sherry yesterday... but coffee arrived and we went prancing around and assembled the most finely-curated buffet meal ever!
ok, i'm exaggerating, but it was good and the shangri la has a chocolate fountain extravaganza where we went buck wild with the fruit and profiteroles and nougat-on-a-stick and crazy gummi candy bar that you can raid and stuff the fruit of your labors home in small orange boxes they provide. cool, huh? besides a dark chocolate fountain there's a milk chocolate fountain, a white chocolate fountain, and this weird green-tea (chocolate?) fountain to dip everything into. we went a little ape shit.
last night, as we left constellation at around 3 am, as we walked to the end of the road to find taxis and this woman dressed in a bizarre housecoat and sunglasses is striding past us and glaring. she stands in the middle of the intersection with her arms crossed, facing us, completely glaring. we were all expecting a kung foo hustle-esque superpowered lung expulsion to send us flying backwards, but instead she started scolding us, accusatory - 'you're learning bad things!' trevor answered her and she looked at him, 'i'm not talking to you. i'm talking to them' - indicating sherry, cyn, and me. 'they're bad eggs!'
i guess it was a pro-chinese thing because we were three chinese girls with three white guys who all happened to be our friends, but to the ignorant i guess it could seem that we'd landed us some foreigners to buy us out of our miserable existence or something. it was so crazy tho. in our cab a couple of minutes later we passed her, still stomping angrily down the street. at 3 am.
my day yesterday started off with sherry and a whole tableful of dim sum at crystal jade. we ate until we were ill and then ordered xiao long bao to top it all off. h & m visits are never fun after a huge meal, but i found stuff to buy anyway. feeling guilty about not spending trevor's last dinner with him, i went instead to thai house, which lives up to its reputation of excellent food and is even worth walking past the Most Rank Garbage Pile in Shanghai. experienced the slightly-fermented north east thai sausage, which was fascinating but greatly improved by the addition of thinly sliced raw garlic and sauce rolled up into a lettuce leaf. met up with trev and boys at the spot, where every foreigner in the city appeared to be gathered for a complete lack of air conditioning and some random soccer game. we later switched to the mansion and sat out on the terrace - outstanding - and then wandered over to constellation at around 1 am.
and now i sleep.
the past two weeks have been a study in social saturation, gearing up for sending trevor off to beijing, trying to find that life-work balance, trying to understand how things are working in my head. shit hits you when you're least expecting it - that i have learned in these 29 years.
trev dropped me off at the shangri la on the way to the airport, where steph, marc, albert, drew, scott, and sherry were for brunch. i was going to skip - deadlines loom for my article, there's sleep to be had all over the place, and another day of food insanity wasn't what i needed after a week of failed attempts to go to yoga - but i decided to be social over being productive and showed up. i'd seen scott the night before at constellation so i got called out for wearing the same clothes he'd seen me in last night - oops - and still lugging around the laptop and the stuff i bought at h & m with sherry yesterday... but coffee arrived and we went prancing around and assembled the most finely-curated buffet meal ever!
ok, i'm exaggerating, but it was good and the shangri la has a chocolate fountain extravaganza where we went buck wild with the fruit and profiteroles and nougat-on-a-stick and crazy gummi candy bar that you can raid and stuff the fruit of your labors home in small orange boxes they provide. cool, huh? besides a dark chocolate fountain there's a milk chocolate fountain, a white chocolate fountain, and this weird green-tea (chocolate?) fountain to dip everything into. we went a little ape shit.
last night, as we left constellation at around 3 am, as we walked to the end of the road to find taxis and this woman dressed in a bizarre housecoat and sunglasses is striding past us and glaring. she stands in the middle of the intersection with her arms crossed, facing us, completely glaring. we were all expecting a kung foo hustle-esque superpowered lung expulsion to send us flying backwards, but instead she started scolding us, accusatory - 'you're learning bad things!' trevor answered her and she looked at him, 'i'm not talking to you. i'm talking to them' - indicating sherry, cyn, and me. 'they're bad eggs!'
i guess it was a pro-chinese thing because we were three chinese girls with three white guys who all happened to be our friends, but to the ignorant i guess it could seem that we'd landed us some foreigners to buy us out of our miserable existence or something. it was so crazy tho. in our cab a couple of minutes later we passed her, still stomping angrily down the street. at 3 am.
my day yesterday started off with sherry and a whole tableful of dim sum at crystal jade. we ate until we were ill and then ordered xiao long bao to top it all off. h & m visits are never fun after a huge meal, but i found stuff to buy anyway. feeling guilty about not spending trevor's last dinner with him, i went instead to thai house, which lives up to its reputation of excellent food and is even worth walking past the Most Rank Garbage Pile in Shanghai. experienced the slightly-fermented north east thai sausage, which was fascinating but greatly improved by the addition of thinly sliced raw garlic and sauce rolled up into a lettuce leaf. met up with trev and boys at the spot, where every foreigner in the city appeared to be gathered for a complete lack of air conditioning and some random soccer game. we later switched to the mansion and sat out on the terrace - outstanding - and then wandered over to constellation at around 1 am.
and now i sleep.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
kickin like chicken
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/08/15/DD2QRFBK1.DTL&hw=ways
sound like me? sorta does, actually. never realized how chatty i am with... myself.
good balance day. lots of busy stuff at work, left at a decent hour to meet up with sherry and the boys at TBB, then back home by 9 for more worky stuff and i'm in bed by 11:19, blogging. the only thing missing was my yoga goal but i'll handle that tomorrow.
i think i pissed the pseudo-singaporean off today by calling his ass out in a meeting in front of our boss. i didn't even do anything off-color; just clearly delineated my stance and his (not necessarily in opposition in my eyes, but he saw differently) and guess who won. thank you. it wasn't even a competition, and i don't even roll like that, but start trying to back my ass into a corner and make me look stupid eventually leads to confrontation. i suppose. i don't like to start shit at work and i like to think i'm generally cooperative, but damn. this fool's tried some really classic power-trip chain-yanking on me, just like the movies. it's funny. as in ha ha. whatever.
so our friend gregor's assistant at the bar is this chick with some bodacious ta tas, i think i've brought her name up before. she's got some striking cheekbones and long hair and these boobs pushed up to her throat, plus she usually sports really plunging necklines and tight-ass clothes. i don't blame all the dudes for staring; in fact, i'm probably worse than they are because i know what actually goes into pushing the girls up day in and day out (ouch). i think it's gotten to the point where i just say hi and have a brief conversation with her boobs. i clearly bade them goodbye tonight. wtf? i'm being such a pervert; but really, they're unstoppable. you can't NOT stare. and i see them probably 3 times a week! jason and trev's friend scott swung through for happy hour and when she walked by not only did the whole table get whiplash (most of whom see her with me about three times a week) but i think scott nearly fell out of his chair. she's that type of girl.
sherry and i split a burrito tonight and i have to say it wasn't half bad. the "carnitas" were significantly better than the boiled meat at nyc deli, altho i ain't talkin shit because they make me happy usually twice a week. i'm just sayin...
last night was interesting. i should actually be drafting an article right now, some restaurant review i got pulled to write, ostensibly because i'd either write a favorable review, a well-written review, or i'm just known in the city as willing to give good reviews for free food and free cocktails all night long. but god, i'm tired. the food last night was actually some of the best japanese i've had in the city. the best, i would say, having not yet tried a couple of major destinations. we had some really good fish, tho. and the other courses (6 en totale) were pretty damn good. then we proceeded to the dessert parlor and had 5 desserts. literally. and a few desserty cocktails. i was not complaining.
anyways. i'm passing out. love love love. and for you bitches out there trekking in patagonia while i'm breathing toxic fumes and eating shite - free will notwithstanding - just know that i wish i was you right now. tired as hell.
sound like me? sorta does, actually. never realized how chatty i am with... myself.
good balance day. lots of busy stuff at work, left at a decent hour to meet up with sherry and the boys at TBB, then back home by 9 for more worky stuff and i'm in bed by 11:19, blogging. the only thing missing was my yoga goal but i'll handle that tomorrow.
i think i pissed the pseudo-singaporean off today by calling his ass out in a meeting in front of our boss. i didn't even do anything off-color; just clearly delineated my stance and his (not necessarily in opposition in my eyes, but he saw differently) and guess who won. thank you. it wasn't even a competition, and i don't even roll like that, but start trying to back my ass into a corner and make me look stupid eventually leads to confrontation. i suppose. i don't like to start shit at work and i like to think i'm generally cooperative, but damn. this fool's tried some really classic power-trip chain-yanking on me, just like the movies. it's funny. as in ha ha. whatever.
so our friend gregor's assistant at the bar is this chick with some bodacious ta tas, i think i've brought her name up before. she's got some striking cheekbones and long hair and these boobs pushed up to her throat, plus she usually sports really plunging necklines and tight-ass clothes. i don't blame all the dudes for staring; in fact, i'm probably worse than they are because i know what actually goes into pushing the girls up day in and day out (ouch). i think it's gotten to the point where i just say hi and have a brief conversation with her boobs. i clearly bade them goodbye tonight. wtf? i'm being such a pervert; but really, they're unstoppable. you can't NOT stare. and i see them probably 3 times a week! jason and trev's friend scott swung through for happy hour and when she walked by not only did the whole table get whiplash (most of whom see her with me about three times a week) but i think scott nearly fell out of his chair. she's that type of girl.
sherry and i split a burrito tonight and i have to say it wasn't half bad. the "carnitas" were significantly better than the boiled meat at nyc deli, altho i ain't talkin shit because they make me happy usually twice a week. i'm just sayin...
last night was interesting. i should actually be drafting an article right now, some restaurant review i got pulled to write, ostensibly because i'd either write a favorable review, a well-written review, or i'm just known in the city as willing to give good reviews for free food and free cocktails all night long. but god, i'm tired. the food last night was actually some of the best japanese i've had in the city. the best, i would say, having not yet tried a couple of major destinations. we had some really good fish, tho. and the other courses (6 en totale) were pretty damn good. then we proceeded to the dessert parlor and had 5 desserts. literally. and a few desserty cocktails. i was not complaining.
anyways. i'm passing out. love love love. and for you bitches out there trekking in patagonia while i'm breathing toxic fumes and eating shite - free will notwithstanding - just know that i wish i was you right now. tired as hell.
Monday, August 20, 2007
here we are, vegetarians again
so it's been a while! what you you been up to? i've been garbage heap hunting (oh sorry, i mean apartments) aka discovering the worst that shanghai has to offer. it's been real. i thought san francisco was expensive, but at least you get a relatively standard floorplan and the presence of squatters is conspicuously absent. and there's no overturned wheelbarrows full of old electronic devices on what would be your stove. but you know, i'm just a spoiled american.
ok ok, it hasn't been that bad. but i'm sort of boggled baffled quietly dismayed that apartments in em-effing chi-to-the-mothafuggin-ah are so pricey. i mean, jesus. i just spent an inordinate amount of money on a year's worth of yoga classes. you'd think i'd have some friggin buying power, or at least get to pretend that i do. nope.
what's been up... i stopped to think the other day (friday?) and realized that i'd had drinks or been relatively drunk every night for over a week... of course i realized this over drinks i think, but i stopped. tonight. oh wait, no, i didn't. but i'll stop tomorrow. wait, no i won't. i only had one tonight and it had more to do with the tomato juice than wanting the vodka. i think. maybe. anyhoo. tomorrow i have some free meal booked as a tradeoff for my writing skills so inevitably there will be some drinks involved, but wednesday is all me. me me me and no booze and yoga after work and all that good stuff.
we were sitting around that fake lake next to xintiandi on saturday night (sherry's badcat picnic by the lake) and there were all these fairly large bird-like items swooping around. i thought they were oversized insects because of their light, fluttery movements, but general consensus is that they were bats. so i turned to albert and asked if bats were lighter than birds. apparently this is a really random question because he immediately started laughing and couldn't stop. i find this to be a normal topic of conversation, but apparently it's not. people laugh at you. hysterically almost. it was like a conversation you have when you're stoned... except we were drinking beers and eating coppa with baguettes, not sparking one-hitter-quitter.
anyways.
the melatonin is kicking in and the past 9 days are catching up with me. i'm getting lectures about doing cardiovascular activity, registering my domain so that my china folkies can read my shit, and all with my eyelids falling. i had bolognese tonight. i'm so tired and i need to check airfares for hong kong.
so i'm thinking just damnnearnocturnal.com. what do you think?
ok ok, it hasn't been that bad. but i'm sort of boggled baffled quietly dismayed that apartments in em-effing chi-to-the-mothafuggin-ah are so pricey. i mean, jesus. i just spent an inordinate amount of money on a year's worth of yoga classes. you'd think i'd have some friggin buying power, or at least get to pretend that i do. nope.
what's been up... i stopped to think the other day (friday?) and realized that i'd had drinks or been relatively drunk every night for over a week... of course i realized this over drinks i think, but i stopped. tonight. oh wait, no, i didn't. but i'll stop tomorrow. wait, no i won't. i only had one tonight and it had more to do with the tomato juice than wanting the vodka. i think. maybe. anyhoo. tomorrow i have some free meal booked as a tradeoff for my writing skills so inevitably there will be some drinks involved, but wednesday is all me. me me me and no booze and yoga after work and all that good stuff.
we were sitting around that fake lake next to xintiandi on saturday night (sherry's badcat picnic by the lake) and there were all these fairly large bird-like items swooping around. i thought they were oversized insects because of their light, fluttery movements, but general consensus is that they were bats. so i turned to albert and asked if bats were lighter than birds. apparently this is a really random question because he immediately started laughing and couldn't stop. i find this to be a normal topic of conversation, but apparently it's not. people laugh at you. hysterically almost. it was like a conversation you have when you're stoned... except we were drinking beers and eating coppa with baguettes, not sparking one-hitter-quitter.
anyways.
the melatonin is kicking in and the past 9 days are catching up with me. i'm getting lectures about doing cardiovascular activity, registering my domain so that my china folkies can read my shit, and all with my eyelids falling. i had bolognese tonight. i'm so tired and i need to check airfares for hong kong.
so i'm thinking just damnnearnocturnal.com. what do you think?
Sunday, August 12, 2007
i love my blog
so my real estate "agent" came and picked me up on thursday night to go and look at some apartments. i wasn't expecting much, but was more curious about what i was going to get shown and the whole process than thinking i was going to be struck by anything. the first thing that made me laugh was that my "agent' was about 15 years old and wearing what looked like was going to be her clubbing outfit later. what was less amusing was what she ended up showing me later - not even worth the keystrokes - at one point i squinted at her and asked if she'd actually read the email that i sent her colleague?
the amusing part is that two people have (separately) recommended this agency to me, outside of my finance colleague actually guanxi'ing the contact, so i'm pretty calmly deciding two things: there are effective agents (no quotation marks) in this agency who are actually of age, but i don't have one; and i will supplement with the local-agency approach, as well. must cross-source to ensure that i'm not missing anything or to try and minimize the foreigner-rent. steph actually went yesterday morning with this same agency and saw some pretty cool places, one of which she's insisting i should live in. the photos are pretty cool, so we'll be seeing. i'm going to request another agent tho. preferably one that's finished with high school.
the amusing part is that two people have (separately) recommended this agency to me, outside of my finance colleague actually guanxi'ing the contact, so i'm pretty calmly deciding two things: there are effective agents (no quotation marks) in this agency who are actually of age, but i don't have one; and i will supplement with the local-agency approach, as well. must cross-source to ensure that i'm not missing anything or to try and minimize the foreigner-rent. steph actually went yesterday morning with this same agency and saw some pretty cool places, one of which she's insisting i should live in. the photos are pretty cool, so we'll be seeing. i'm going to request another agent tho. preferably one that's finished with high school.
neat-o
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frog design seems to be doing a lot of cool things.
frog design seems to be doing a lot of cool things.
supreme sunday
11 hours of solid unconsciousness. hours spent last night jumping around on changle from the taiwanese hole in the wall to the japanese hole in the wall. beers and sake and round after round of grilled food item. i can't remember what we were eating, but there was a lot of it and the fact that we'd already eaten at the taiwanese place seemed to have no precedence. steph, sherry, albert, me. the place was teeny tiny and only housed about 5 other small tables, so the japanese businessmen types next to us and their prolific amounts of cigarette smoke (sherry was coveting the silk cuts that one of them had) were deeply inhaled by all. i was nearly (or basically) passing out at the table. exhaustion? recovery? still hirarious. i love my folk.
sherry went on to dress up either in drag or faux drag for the party at shanghai station... i would have loved to have gone with, but i proceeded home (after falling asleep in a cab and almost missing my turn) and crashed. oh heavenly sleep.
CSI miami is fucking LAME.
sherry went on to dress up either in drag or faux drag for the party at shanghai station... i would have loved to have gone with, but i proceeded home (after falling asleep in a cab and almost missing my turn) and crashed. oh heavenly sleep.
CSI miami is fucking LAME.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
ruff ruff ruff
i've began to appreciate the softer side of things. kleenex, first of all. i think that the kind we buy for the house is sandpaper grit 200. for sandpaper, nice and fine. for your face, not too comfy. we actually buy the nicer stuff, too, not the 0.7 ply bullshit. it's ok, tho. i try to just shoot everything out of the nose in proximity of said nose-blotting device, and minimize the actual wipeage. ouch ouch ouch.
i'm going to guess this is a little less than savory for most folk. let's move on.
when i was growing up, i used to insist that the best, most effective way to clear out a cold was to go swimming. outdoors. in the winter. i still stand by this assertion. you get out of the pool all refreshed and tired-out, park for a bit in the jacuzzi with all the old retired folk that frequent the tennis club, then shower and go home a totally new person. it drove my mother insane, but after years and years of her kid spending 3-8 hours a day in the water and never being the worse for it, you'd think she'd relent and admit that it has its health benefits.
if i'm feeling better by friday i might take trev up on the westin pool offer. my draggy-ass arms are likely going to be completely pathetic, but i'm curious to see how this'll go. also mildly curious about the ass-kicking portion of the program - he's obviously a boy and he works out a lot, and i'm just a girl that hasn't worked out in 3 weeks with significant levels of asthma, so logically, there's be no contest, right?
i... want... to... win...
ha ha ha.
i never said i was realistic.
i'm going to guess this is a little less than savory for most folk. let's move on.
when i was growing up, i used to insist that the best, most effective way to clear out a cold was to go swimming. outdoors. in the winter. i still stand by this assertion. you get out of the pool all refreshed and tired-out, park for a bit in the jacuzzi with all the old retired folk that frequent the tennis club, then shower and go home a totally new person. it drove my mother insane, but after years and years of her kid spending 3-8 hours a day in the water and never being the worse for it, you'd think she'd relent and admit that it has its health benefits.
if i'm feeling better by friday i might take trev up on the westin pool offer. my draggy-ass arms are likely going to be completely pathetic, but i'm curious to see how this'll go. also mildly curious about the ass-kicking portion of the program - he's obviously a boy and he works out a lot, and i'm just a girl that hasn't worked out in 3 weeks with significant levels of asthma, so logically, there's be no contest, right?
i... want... to... win...
ha ha ha.
i never said i was realistic.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
back in bed
rolled in to work today wearing - gasp! - jeans both because it had been cooler yesterday (like, 92 with 64% humidity instead of 99 with 76% humidity) and because i didn't think i'd make it through the entire day. luckily advil cold & sinus sits in the kitchen cabinet, a double box i bought at costco during xmas (liquigels... the bomb). the only cold medication that doesn't crack me out and give me tunnel vision or make me sleep on my desk.
cyn and i went to stupid new heights for lunch - working on the bund is like, working on the champs elysees or 5th avenue. all well and good if you're a billionaire, but kinda lame if you're not. i paid 150 rmb (about $23) for a cheeseburger that arrived with a dollop of papaya puree on top (EW. that was scraped off immediately) and sneaky pineapple mustard on the bottom. extra gross. i did not ask for the extra-sweet cheeseburger. and a non-refillable iced tea. bastards.
we then went downstairs to hugo boss and i dropped a small fortune on shoes. hey! what can i say - i need work shoes and everything was 50% off. i'm a big believer in expensive footwear - cheap shoes suck ass. (you know... having run the gamut from target shoes to manolos, it's funny how you can start believing in wearing only couture shoes when you can afford the motherfuckers. i never said shit like that in college.) at any rate, my shoe options for work have been my extremely worn pairs of havaiana flip flops or my manolos. being extremely reluctant to ruin my wallet-achingly expensive handmade shoes, the flip flops tend to win a lot, and my shoes confuse my colleagues. flip flops in china are reserved for people who absolutely cannot afford anything else, or for house footwear. the majority of shanghainese women wear strappy high heel sandals, along with the ankle-stocking (and a skirt. we ABCs are baffled by this trend. do they think we don't see the cuff of the stocking cutting off their circulation at the ankle? the obvious shift in color and texture of stocking to skin?). even the migrant workers who crowd the public transportation with their refugee bags full of all their worldly belongings and their dusty-ass hair wear dress loafers and cheap suits to their construction jobs. the flip flop is a puzzling and overly casual assertion of western style.
i have started a shawl trend in the office. my first days in the office i would marvel at how the girls waltz around all day in short sleeves with skirts or whatever in the freezing, air-conditioned office and without seeming to be bothered. i brought a pashmina my third day which i sling over the back of my desk chair when not in use. there are now 3-4 other chairs with shawls hanging on the back of them. were the girls secretly cold and reluctant to show it? now it's ok since the weirdo halfbreed no-mandarin speaking foreigner does it? i'm baffled and curious.
july-august also seems to be the month that everyone takes a trip back home. most of our staff is local, but some are not and they've all taken annual leave to go back to their home province and see the fams. i can't tell what the motivation is for that - there's no festival, no national holiday. maybe the fact that it's hot as hell? i have no clue.
my sister comes out end-september and i'm rubbing my hands together in anticipation of what i'll be asking her to bring. i'm shameless in this department. she better bring one of those super-sized ones to accomodate.
acidopholus
non-chinese toothpaste (colgate total whitening)
my chris rock 'bigger and blacker' dvd
two boxes of trident gum, original flavor
all-natural deodorant
allergy eyedrops
saline nasal spray with eucalyptus (so addicting)
glide dental floss
more havaianas in black and brown
benefit pressed powder in medium
couple boxes of optimum power breakfast cereal
i'll be keeping a running list.
cyn and i went to stupid new heights for lunch - working on the bund is like, working on the champs elysees or 5th avenue. all well and good if you're a billionaire, but kinda lame if you're not. i paid 150 rmb (about $23) for a cheeseburger that arrived with a dollop of papaya puree on top (EW. that was scraped off immediately) and sneaky pineapple mustard on the bottom. extra gross. i did not ask for the extra-sweet cheeseburger. and a non-refillable iced tea. bastards.
we then went downstairs to hugo boss and i dropped a small fortune on shoes. hey! what can i say - i need work shoes and everything was 50% off. i'm a big believer in expensive footwear - cheap shoes suck ass. (you know... having run the gamut from target shoes to manolos, it's funny how you can start believing in wearing only couture shoes when you can afford the motherfuckers. i never said shit like that in college.) at any rate, my shoe options for work have been my extremely worn pairs of havaiana flip flops or my manolos. being extremely reluctant to ruin my wallet-achingly expensive handmade shoes, the flip flops tend to win a lot, and my shoes confuse my colleagues. flip flops in china are reserved for people who absolutely cannot afford anything else, or for house footwear. the majority of shanghainese women wear strappy high heel sandals, along with the ankle-stocking (and a skirt. we ABCs are baffled by this trend. do they think we don't see the cuff of the stocking cutting off their circulation at the ankle? the obvious shift in color and texture of stocking to skin?). even the migrant workers who crowd the public transportation with their refugee bags full of all their worldly belongings and their dusty-ass hair wear dress loafers and cheap suits to their construction jobs. the flip flop is a puzzling and overly casual assertion of western style.
i have started a shawl trend in the office. my first days in the office i would marvel at how the girls waltz around all day in short sleeves with skirts or whatever in the freezing, air-conditioned office and without seeming to be bothered. i brought a pashmina my third day which i sling over the back of my desk chair when not in use. there are now 3-4 other chairs with shawls hanging on the back of them. were the girls secretly cold and reluctant to show it? now it's ok since the weirdo halfbreed no-mandarin speaking foreigner does it? i'm baffled and curious.
july-august also seems to be the month that everyone takes a trip back home. most of our staff is local, but some are not and they've all taken annual leave to go back to their home province and see the fams. i can't tell what the motivation is for that - there's no festival, no national holiday. maybe the fact that it's hot as hell? i have no clue.
my sister comes out end-september and i'm rubbing my hands together in anticipation of what i'll be asking her to bring. i'm shameless in this department. she better bring one of those super-sized ones to accomodate.
acidopholus
non-chinese toothpaste (colgate total whitening)
my chris rock 'bigger and blacker' dvd
two boxes of trident gum, original flavor
all-natural deodorant
allergy eyedrops
saline nasal spray with eucalyptus (so addicting)
glide dental floss
more havaianas in black and brown
benefit pressed powder in medium
couple boxes of optimum power breakfast cereal
i'll be keeping a running list.
Monday, August 06, 2007
you're a gravlax
think i have kate's cold. since i've been chintzy on the sleep i was hoping it was just a fatigue-thing, but we're getting full-fledged here. bummer.
i would kill for a bagel and lox. and capers. and red onion. my god. i'm not even hungry. walked in the door tonight and cyn had made pasta. talk about service! i keep telling everyone how much better at being a housewife she is than i ever was. i was the worst housewife ever! i suck in a supporting role, i know.
kodi eats romaine lettuce when she's hungry. she actually sat and begged when i was eating salad. what kind of vicious man-eating monster wants to eat lettuce? they're galloping around the house right now playing with the hot dog squeaky. am i making any sense here? i feel like i'm lacking linear progression.
i had the worst lunch today. crapity crap on top of crap with crap sauce. the things we eat when we're too lazy to plan ahead. i actually get depressed when my food sucks. chris went to the westin and got me a sammich, but it was 4:30 and i didn't feel like eating at that point.
head cold...
wakka wakka wakka. golden, the IT dude, likes to chat with me on msn despite the fact that he sits about 8 feet away. i think he's more confident in his written english than conversational. at about 6 tonight he sent me a chinese song, called white moon, and asked me if i lived with my family, then asked me to dinner. when i told him the song was cool, he agreed, but said also, 'not always cool. sometimes sadly.' awww. gotta love the golden.
the office folk are very curious about my life. i understand that they have a certain expectation - i'm the most full-fledged foreigner in the office - that i won't eat in the canteen, that i always take taxis, that i drink a lot of coffee. taking the metro and seeing me in the canteen is always cause for surprise, but i guess i act like a foreigner in lots of other ways, so i can't pretend like i fit in. it's ok. everyone's super nice, even if they do talk about me constantly... especially our ayi. she likes to have what seems like a running commentary on what i do... i am drinking hot water, i like the red tea, i'm washing my cup. she likes to fill me in on things, too. there's drinks in the fridge, don't buy them yourself! here's soap for the dishes. do i have a headache? here's where the medicine is.
i think HR has taken to posting helpful hints on our bulletin board. today it was the food pyramid (the old one). fats and sweets - use sparingly! last week there were some diagrams on desk stretches you can do. everything's in chinese, so i just look at pictures and pick out the characters i know and try to piece together a sentence (doesn't happen).
our ayi cuts fruit up for us in the afternoons, and slices lemons every morning so we can add to our tea. i know it's her job, but i can't help but feel like she's the absolute bomb when the honey jar is filled or i see a pile of sliced apples on a plate. she's even fearless about dealing with our exceptionally expensive, fully automated swiss-made espresso machine. i would be fucking terrified - that thing costed thousands of dollars, USD. juro is not cheap.
apparently everyone in the office was really excited when they heard about my half-breededness. that fact, more than anything about me, spread like wildfire. even the store staff asked if i speak korean. they all want to learn korean and were hoping i'd teach them. i asked angela, finally, why everyone in the office gives a flying shit about me being half-half. apparently korean everything is super trendy right now - the dramas, the fashion, the music. i guess japanese culture is on the way out..? i wonder if the boys that wear their hair all fucked-up and spiky/fried/crazy realize where that trend originated. wasn't korea, kids...
guess WHAT?! it's not even 10 and i'm heading to bed. drugged myself and stepping into never never land. night, babies.
i would kill for a bagel and lox. and capers. and red onion. my god. i'm not even hungry. walked in the door tonight and cyn had made pasta. talk about service! i keep telling everyone how much better at being a housewife she is than i ever was. i was the worst housewife ever! i suck in a supporting role, i know.
kodi eats romaine lettuce when she's hungry. she actually sat and begged when i was eating salad. what kind of vicious man-eating monster wants to eat lettuce? they're galloping around the house right now playing with the hot dog squeaky. am i making any sense here? i feel like i'm lacking linear progression.
i had the worst lunch today. crapity crap on top of crap with crap sauce. the things we eat when we're too lazy to plan ahead. i actually get depressed when my food sucks. chris went to the westin and got me a sammich, but it was 4:30 and i didn't feel like eating at that point.
head cold...
wakka wakka wakka. golden, the IT dude, likes to chat with me on msn despite the fact that he sits about 8 feet away. i think he's more confident in his written english than conversational. at about 6 tonight he sent me a chinese song, called white moon, and asked me if i lived with my family, then asked me to dinner. when i told him the song was cool, he agreed, but said also, 'not always cool. sometimes sadly.' awww. gotta love the golden.
the office folk are very curious about my life. i understand that they have a certain expectation - i'm the most full-fledged foreigner in the office - that i won't eat in the canteen, that i always take taxis, that i drink a lot of coffee. taking the metro and seeing me in the canteen is always cause for surprise, but i guess i act like a foreigner in lots of other ways, so i can't pretend like i fit in. it's ok. everyone's super nice, even if they do talk about me constantly... especially our ayi. she likes to have what seems like a running commentary on what i do... i am drinking hot water, i like the red tea, i'm washing my cup. she likes to fill me in on things, too. there's drinks in the fridge, don't buy them yourself! here's soap for the dishes. do i have a headache? here's where the medicine is.
i think HR has taken to posting helpful hints on our bulletin board. today it was the food pyramid (the old one). fats and sweets - use sparingly! last week there were some diagrams on desk stretches you can do. everything's in chinese, so i just look at pictures and pick out the characters i know and try to piece together a sentence (doesn't happen).
our ayi cuts fruit up for us in the afternoons, and slices lemons every morning so we can add to our tea. i know it's her job, but i can't help but feel like she's the absolute bomb when the honey jar is filled or i see a pile of sliced apples on a plate. she's even fearless about dealing with our exceptionally expensive, fully automated swiss-made espresso machine. i would be fucking terrified - that thing costed thousands of dollars, USD. juro is not cheap.
apparently everyone in the office was really excited when they heard about my half-breededness. that fact, more than anything about me, spread like wildfire. even the store staff asked if i speak korean. they all want to learn korean and were hoping i'd teach them. i asked angela, finally, why everyone in the office gives a flying shit about me being half-half. apparently korean everything is super trendy right now - the dramas, the fashion, the music. i guess japanese culture is on the way out..? i wonder if the boys that wear their hair all fucked-up and spiky/fried/crazy realize where that trend originated. wasn't korea, kids...
guess WHAT?! it's not even 10 and i'm heading to bed. drugged myself and stepping into never never land. night, babies.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
absolving
happy sunday night. met trevor out during the day, farting around on nanjing, then kielty showed up and we made our merry way to manifesto to meet cyn for drinks. it started pouring those jawbreaker-sized raindrops, so we ducked into zara and killed time looking at boldly patterned, overbright clothing until cyn pulled up in the da zhong and got us.
dan and chris were at manifesto when we got there, dripping wet and on their way out. despite the rain, we sat outside under the awning, and it turned into one of those times when everyone comes through and everyone's in a good mood and it's so great. we ordered apps, rounds of drinks, food, more rounds of drinks, and kate and kids came through, then sherry and steph showed up later. too much fun. we left around 10-ish, when i was starting to get loud after a last couple of martinis and made this obnoxious and inaccurate metaphor about abstaining from casual sex and cock rings. wha? i'll shaddup now. four of us headed to heng shan cafe and ate dinner #2.
it's interesting to me how certain people drive a specific dynamic in you. like, you know how you act a certain way with certain people? why is that? we pick up on the type of person they are and a sort of mirroring, or mimicry occurs? it's strange. i mean, completely natural and i think most people do it (i postulate that some do it more than others), but it's a strange phenomenon, if you think about it. you start acting like the person you're interacting with. i think i do it a lot. i think my sister does it a lot, too. i catch myself acting out and it gives me pause.
off to bed. it's so late. i know i've been pretty boring lately, just tired and whatever. i'm sorry... social calendar has been intentionally packed, keeping my mind occupied. it's helped tremendously and i'm feeling so much better. more balance. but yes, tired as all hell. i'll get better.... i promise.
dan and chris were at manifesto when we got there, dripping wet and on their way out. despite the rain, we sat outside under the awning, and it turned into one of those times when everyone comes through and everyone's in a good mood and it's so great. we ordered apps, rounds of drinks, food, more rounds of drinks, and kate and kids came through, then sherry and steph showed up later. too much fun. we left around 10-ish, when i was starting to get loud after a last couple of martinis and made this obnoxious and inaccurate metaphor about abstaining from casual sex and cock rings. wha? i'll shaddup now. four of us headed to heng shan cafe and ate dinner #2.
it's interesting to me how certain people drive a specific dynamic in you. like, you know how you act a certain way with certain people? why is that? we pick up on the type of person they are and a sort of mirroring, or mimicry occurs? it's strange. i mean, completely natural and i think most people do it (i postulate that some do it more than others), but it's a strange phenomenon, if you think about it. you start acting like the person you're interacting with. i think i do it a lot. i think my sister does it a lot, too. i catch myself acting out and it gives me pause.
off to bed. it's so late. i know i've been pretty boring lately, just tired and whatever. i'm sorry... social calendar has been intentionally packed, keeping my mind occupied. it's helped tremendously and i'm feeling so much better. more balance. but yes, tired as all hell. i'll get better.... i promise.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
radioactive
hammerhead, or tapedeck, or soundtrack. had the girls over for thai delivery and a movie night. how cosy! cyn is obsessed with shia lebouf, the kid from transformers, so we watched disturbia and chris rock's movie, i think i love my wife. i miss the chris rock of old, the 'bigger and blacker' days talking about pump fat and hilary clinton. good oles, those.
what else... last night met folks for drinks, then ended up eating dinner with sherry (yes, you know where now), and then adam came to hang out, kate and party showed, then cyn and party showed. after essentially 15 hours, we meandered down to dlc for dan's party... where i was presented with a trophy, no less. it's awesome. i've got perfect attendance at 'grown & sexy' so dan and chris presented me with an award. it's amazing. i'll put up a photo when i'm not falling asleep typing.
kate, jk, and trevor came by dlc late night after sherry took off claiming jetlag (i was salty because i was doing the roger rabbit to entice her to stay a bit longer, but she just bounced) and everyone was wasted. not me, but all others. time for sleep now.
what else... last night met folks for drinks, then ended up eating dinner with sherry (yes, you know where now), and then adam came to hang out, kate and party showed, then cyn and party showed. after essentially 15 hours, we meandered down to dlc for dan's party... where i was presented with a trophy, no less. it's awesome. i've got perfect attendance at 'grown & sexy' so dan and chris presented me with an award. it's amazing. i'll put up a photo when i'm not falling asleep typing.
kate, jk, and trevor came by dlc late night after sherry took off claiming jetlag (i was salty because i was doing the roger rabbit to entice her to stay a bit longer, but she just bounced) and everyone was wasted. not me, but all others. time for sleep now.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
oh boy
bar food is becoming a habit. again. so is TBB. we started off as a group, but dwindled down to sherry and carolyn and pretty soon gregor sending drinks 'round again. and now i go to sleep.
big plans for the weekend? shawn's back in cali, willie's going to cape cod, my sister's in DC. i'm not going anywhere but sherry was telling me about galleries and museums she saw in london and i was salivating. i want to leave.
night night.
big plans for the weekend? shawn's back in cali, willie's going to cape cod, my sister's in DC. i'm not going anywhere but sherry was telling me about galleries and museums she saw in london and i was salivating. i want to leave.
night night.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
save crave knave pave rave cave
i crave sleep. and so i am saying hi and diving into neverland. inexplicably, shawn calls me tinkerbell; it works for this analogy because tinks is going with the pixie dust and saying bye bye.
Monday, July 30, 2007
why am i hearing ginuwine in my head
late mondays that end well are always good. met up with the babies at paulaner for a later dinner and drinks. little tang is engaged. like, whoa. she's ecstatic and i finally met eric, the fiance. they're incredible and so happy. i'm amazed at how life progresses, and so so happy for them. isn't life insane sometimes..! less than a year ago we didn't even know each other. now we feel like old buddies who've been down a long road, and only us few have survived... and now tang, my little party mami, is engaged. it's a trip. take it from this senior citizen.
had an sms battle with both kate and trevor on the way home in the taxi. ah, the purity in complete self-indulgence. yes, i know. i'm 29 years old and acting like i'm 12. it's the beauty of being an adult, really. you have the freedom to act like an imbecile or sleep in your halloween costume. sleep on in that synthetic, flame-retardant pink princess getup. go on and do it.
the realtor called today and i guess we'll start looking at places this weekend. ahhh! it's happening so fast. i wanted to try and target pre-sister arrival for moving, but now that i started the process, i feel all apprehensive. i want to take my little household with me! i want to continue on with my PIC and our baby, the 80-pound hamster-snuffler. but i also need a closet and a bed and probably eventually an office-y type space. argh. the conflict. i'll never have as harmonious a living situation as i do now. am i crazy?
ok, but one thing i know for sure - if/when i move, i'm buying my ass a mattress. i am not sleeping on this bullshit boxspring-disguised-as-a-bed business. it'll probably be expensive, but the back is just not going to be risked. i refuse. i jumped on to cyn's bed once and nearly knocked the wind out of myself. even the sheisty getup that i sleep on now is softer than her bed, which is just wrong.
in bed at 11:42 and counting. hope you had a happy monday! i did.
had an sms battle with both kate and trevor on the way home in the taxi. ah, the purity in complete self-indulgence. yes, i know. i'm 29 years old and acting like i'm 12. it's the beauty of being an adult, really. you have the freedom to act like an imbecile or sleep in your halloween costume. sleep on in that synthetic, flame-retardant pink princess getup. go on and do it.
the realtor called today and i guess we'll start looking at places this weekend. ahhh! it's happening so fast. i wanted to try and target pre-sister arrival for moving, but now that i started the process, i feel all apprehensive. i want to take my little household with me! i want to continue on with my PIC and our baby, the 80-pound hamster-snuffler. but i also need a closet and a bed and probably eventually an office-y type space. argh. the conflict. i'll never have as harmonious a living situation as i do now. am i crazy?
ok, but one thing i know for sure - if/when i move, i'm buying my ass a mattress. i am not sleeping on this bullshit boxspring-disguised-as-a-bed business. it'll probably be expensive, but the back is just not going to be risked. i refuse. i jumped on to cyn's bed once and nearly knocked the wind out of myself. even the sheisty getup that i sleep on now is softer than her bed, which is just wrong.
in bed at 11:42 and counting. hope you had a happy monday! i did.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
*muah*
sunday. the day of rest. the day of not going to pool parties with the rest of the free world and drinking mai tais whilst sitting in warm green water, watching the theatrics around you. that was yesterday.
sunday is 'gearing up for the week' day. sunday is cramming in as much 'restful (aka lazy) activities in as possible' day. sunday is... shit. none of that, really.
kate came over earlier and we had what could possibly be translated into a rochford winery celebration. girls talk, and girls laugh, and girls get sad, but they all do it over some bevvies. we all have our disparate dramas - heartbreaks, or potential heartbreaks, or something new and precarious on the horizon - and that's worth a good chat and at least a couple of glasses. being a 20-year old and being a 30-year old doesn't change that much on the subject of boys and how retarded and consistently retarded they are. fools. i still don't get why we put up with you.
bed soon. hope everyone had a lovely weekend.
kiss kiss.
sunday is 'gearing up for the week' day. sunday is cramming in as much 'restful (aka lazy) activities in as possible' day. sunday is... shit. none of that, really.
kate came over earlier and we had what could possibly be translated into a rochford winery celebration. girls talk, and girls laugh, and girls get sad, but they all do it over some bevvies. we all have our disparate dramas - heartbreaks, or potential heartbreaks, or something new and precarious on the horizon - and that's worth a good chat and at least a couple of glasses. being a 20-year old and being a 30-year old doesn't change that much on the subject of boys and how retarded and consistently retarded they are. fools. i still don't get why we put up with you.
bed soon. hope everyone had a lovely weekend.
kiss kiss.
Friday, July 27, 2007
sorpresas
not too verbose tonight - it's late and i'm exhausted and honestly not feeling too hot. but i just want to put out there that this city continues to shock me. maybe even daily. i don't know if i can honestly blame it on the city; if rather it's the people in the city, that create the pulse and the lifeblood and the general vibe. you feel a hand just below the small of your back - right where your butt starts to curve - in the middle of a crowded bar and you first look down at the hand to make sure it's not just an in-transit hand, then you look up at who the hand belongs to because it's still there, not a momentary fleeting thing, firmly planted and surprisingly confident, and even after one year and many bars and many attempts at that particular spot, you are still caught. off. guard. there is a chest bumping against your shoulder and a head ducked low to reach your ear - you are having a conversation, after all - and after the initial surprise wears off you just marvel at how predictable people are, especially when you don't see it coming.
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