Month: June 2010

Rebounding like Dennis Rodman

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photo courtesy of the super talented joe carabeo i have the privilege to call a friend

It’s funny how things work out sometimes.  Minutes after I posted my little rant about how bored I am, I get a response text from one of my close friends, and he invites me out to do cool shit.  Next thing I know, I’m out until about three in the morning after an evening of shit-shooting, really naked burlesque women, and a moderate amount of booze.

But I really wanted a convenient excuse to post this ridiculous picture of myself with hot burlesque chicks, and I realize that I have to stop incorporating booze containers in all these pictures as if they really are necessary YES we all know that I drink socially these days.

I sit here with a tummy full of scrum-diddly-umptious Korean food, not wanting to go to sleep on a full stomach, but at the same time dreading the inevitable 4:30 a.m. wake up to make it back to Atlanta in time for one last day at this particular job.  But regardless, I look back at the last few days of necessary fun and distraction, as I’ve watched two exciting baseball games with the best of my friends, and enjoyed an entertaining burlesque side show to boot.  Maybe things as a whole weren’t as boring as I thought they were for 90 minutes on Saturday in the end.

Lastly, happy birthdays go out to Grace and Mikel, while I’m thinking about the events of the last few days.  Doesn’t seem nearly as demonic now that 2006 is four fucking years past.

Goodness gracious, I’m bored

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I’m forced to realize that whenever I come up to Virginia, if I’m ever left by myself, I’m pretty much bored out of my mind.  My parents have cooler weekend agendas than I do, and if my friends don’t answer beck and call to my spontaneous, out-of-the-blue text messages/calls, then I’m finding myself with absolutely nothing to do.

Amazingly, it was worse in the past when there was no internet access for me to usurp, but at least I had to foresight to bring an old wireless router on one of my previous trips to ensure that I had a wireless access point so I could bitch about in my brog about how boring it can get up here when I have nothing to do.

You know something . . .

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I am really not looking that forward to the next fourteen days, as sappy and pathetic that is going to make me sound.

Power’s out in ALL of Zombieland at the moment, and I’m more or less using my netbook to charge my phone to make sure the alarm goes off in the morning, and conveniently utilizing the internets access that comes along with it in order to post my lame emotional dribble.  I’m actually quite surprised at myself, and not certain why I’m sharing it with the rest of the world but the bottom line is that I may need some cranberry juice in the morning.

Turnabout is fair play

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This car belongs to the woman whom a few days ago decided that she was going to falsely accuse me of being some minimum-wage working chink Uncle Tom who went around hotels, delivering Chinese food menus to hapless hotel rooms.  Racially profiling me because I’m Asian and carrying a black messenger bag does not automatically mean that I am all of the above.

Needless to say, I am not a person that easily offended, but I was pretty offended, disappointed, and bothered by the very real instance of profiling thrown in my direction.  And this is how I deal with it.

She wanted to take a picture of my car to report, so it’s only fair that I return the favor.  She gets off lucky in the fact that I only report it as mindless, brogging content, instead of attempting to accuse me of solicitation (Although I’m sure a woman has been on the news within the last seven minutes/hours/days for committing a crime that I could falsely accuse her of doing). Normally, I’m courteous enough to blur/marquee out license plate information, but I absolve from such courtesies in this instance.  Now granted, I don’t think there’s anyone who reads my brog who has the DMV powers to pinpoint identify whom this car belongs to, let alone visits my site, but I simply like the idea of putting out in plain sight, that “the person who drives this Acura 3.5RL with Virginia tags is an ignorant person.”