If you ever decide to surf torrent websites, it's not surprising to see that the amount of people stealing/sharing porn vastly outnumbers those that are trading movies, music, or games.
Dim sum at Tong, with Drab: not yet confident enough in his instincts to choose a quality Asian restaurant, so he leaves the decision to me, the hermit who doesn't leave his cave except for science and math. I only picked the place next to the nicer one because they supposedly served plates that were $1.88 each. I probably should have read the Chinese characters- it probably just meant that during the weekdays they offer dishes at that price. 叉烧包，虾饺，烧卖，粉果，排骨，奶黄包，芒果，虾员，芋角， 煎堆，芒果布丁. $14 each. Somehow I thought it would be cheaper. Any complaints about Drab... I don't have any. Lunch with Drab, was fine. Food: B.
No complaints?! Lunch was fine?! Where am I going to find material for my blog??? A meal with Drab went smoothly?! I must be coming down with something. Even the shirt, with the dulled color pattern, seemed to blend well on the brown base. UGH, what's going on?!?!
And listening to the same music! And if I had submitted my application last semester to volunteer at that acupuncture clinic, we might have crossed paths?! GaH, what would I have done in that situation if I walked in to massage a patient only to find that it was Drab lying there?? Upon entering, I probably would have screamed, "Fuck!" or, "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
I took the 2 bus line after dim sum, and it just so happened that the bus caught up to Drab as he was rounding the corner to Clement. All I could think was please don't get on, please don't get on, please don't get on, like trying to manipulate those paths of fate in Donny Darko, to avoid dealing with the awkward situation of being reunited. I probably should have told Drab to pick up some Indo Mie since the supermarket selling it was just right down the street.
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