Don't call me sweetie...

Don't call me sweetie, who are you? You must not know me...

Don't ask me what my ethnicity is, are you going to tell me something I don't know about it?

Don't try to guess what ethnicity I am like it's fun for me too. It's not. 

Don't tell me every little tidbit you know about Asia. Because somehow that's not exotic or exciting to me. 

Don't tell me you've lived there and wait for me to shower you with red envelopes or something...

Don't tell me you love Asians. All of them?! What about black and white people, do you love them too?!?

DO tell me a good reason why you want to know soooh bed

DO keep pushing the issue, if you want me to keep trolling you.

Surprise Me

I feel like writing something, but I haven't for such a long time that I'm rusty and out of practice. Lately I've been avoiding beginning thoughts with 'how long has it been since...' how long has it been since I last blogged, how long has it been since I graduated, how long has it been since I had a Vivanno Orange Mango Banana w/ matcha from Starbucks? Enough time where I can go back yet? I avoid these type of thoughts to dilute the passing of time. In a time of Isolation and Efficiency I find myself seeking community and careless amusement. But I can't help but look back frequently to remember from which direction I came. I'm actually rolling against the Zeitgeist of my generation, I'm definitely not wearing a mask (even though two people of 2 degrees separation have caught it), and lately I fear I have little or no one to fear. There's nothing to keep me in line and that scares me. Did that strike a flicker of fear? If it did, I call you my friend.

As the World Turns...

They're quite pretty when they're not drunk; I promise.

Today I've become a little more Northwestern: I bought my first North Face sweater.

I'm looking forward to Taking Woodstock, starring Demetri Martin and directed by Ang Lee an interesting mix but I like the ingredients; don't let me down!

Checkin' In

Hey sorry sorry I've been busy; I swear. I just got home...So here's what happened tonight. I was at a party where I was unofficially bartending and this guy kept toasting it up with others and myself but he'd had a little more than he should've I guess. Anyway all of the sudden he went insane and it literally became a scene from Cops. He was on the floor trying to kick off everybody that was trying to calm him down. He ended up punching this kid and chipping his front tooth. Totally insane. Ok I'm tired...I'll try to check in next time with some better news. Night.

Pizza

I'm rarely in a situation where I'm in the presence of pizza. Sometimes I have potent cravings for pizza. I wish an opportunity will present itself without a coupled sporting event.

Update: The gods must have heard me because this month it's been nothing but pizza. Free pizza galore. Ask and ye shall receive.

Got Hydrox?

BadTimes@Work

I used to not be able to blog at work because our IS department blocked it, but now for some reason I can. This will inevitably translate to more blogs...more emotional blogs like I'm about to spawn right now. I'm sort of being bullied at work...I know I know you'd think I'd be the one bulling right? But no, I'm being bullied. Very passive aggressively at that too. I'm very emotionally worn out. I don't really feel like standing up for myself, which I translate to mean somehow I feel I deserve it as well, (too Dr. Phil?) I've stopped speaking to this person, which is probably not helping, but how do you go back to speaking to someone after they intentionally set out to hurt you? He's a childish 50something manager...oh goodness.