You could have up to a gram of feces in your underwear. Think again before deciding to reuse it when you're out of a fresh pair.
Guilty pleasure- reading relationship advice online. Maybe I'm finally ready for one? HAHA, RIGHT...
Janey, asking people with failed relationships for relationship advice. Funny.
Just because I'm not looking for that certain someone doesn't mean I shouldn't take care of my skin/appearance. Yet after looking at all these grooming products online, it seems like I'm going to have to spend hundreds just for face/teeth-related products.
According to some weight-loss plans, drinking a bottle of beer per day as a dinner beverage won't drastically affect your efforts. I have been eying that Widmer Heifeweisen at the store...
7.31.2008
7.25.2008
photomovie
Tonight's dinner: Spicy-roasted eggplant with tofu.
Considerations for the month:
Asian Art Museum
Zoo (1st Wednesday free)
Opera at Stern Grove (free)
Aquarium of the Bay
Scharffen Berger Chocolate Maker
Arion Press
Cartoon Art Museum
Audium
Noontime Concerts (Hyperion Knight- interesting name for a pianist)
SF Center for the Book
Museum of Craft+Design
Janey's mom suggesting that we date. HAHA! Janey calling me, trying to pick my brain. Gross. Psh, people telling other people not to listen to my advice. Let's just say I'm not the one crying my eyes out for weeks, obsessing over what went wrong.
My cousin is a fan of both John Mayer AND Jason Mraz. Disgusting. Still, if I had a choice, I would pick Jason Mraz over John Mayer any day.
Considerations for the month:
Asian Art Museum
Zoo (1st Wednesday free)
Opera at Stern Grove (free)
Aquarium of the Bay
Scharffen Berger Chocolate Maker
Arion Press
Cartoon Art Museum
Audium
Noontime Concerts (Hyperion Knight- interesting name for a pianist)
SF Center for the Book
Museum of Craft+Design
Janey's mom suggesting that we date. HAHA! Janey calling me, trying to pick my brain. Gross. Psh, people telling other people not to listen to my advice. Let's just say I'm not the one crying my eyes out for weeks, obsessing over what went wrong.
My cousin is a fan of both John Mayer AND Jason Mraz. Disgusting. Still, if I had a choice, I would pick Jason Mraz over John Mayer any day.
7.23.2008
twee
Notice of Termination/Moving Out.
Printed out the letter for my 30-days notice.
I suppose it might be a bit sad. San Francisco and I did have some moments.
Current obsession is ice cream, even though I don't like sweets. I just had these Dreyer's Dibs at my cousin's place and just couldn't stop eating them. So yesterday I bought a box of ice cream sandwiches, a box of ice cream bars, and some chocolate eclair-flavored bars.
Does anyone know how to clean the char that's stuck onto the top of the stove range?
Printed out the letter for my 30-days notice.
I suppose it might be a bit sad. San Francisco and I did have some moments.
Current obsession is ice cream, even though I don't like sweets. I just had these Dreyer's Dibs at my cousin's place and just couldn't stop eating them. So yesterday I bought a box of ice cream sandwiches, a box of ice cream bars, and some chocolate eclair-flavored bars.
Does anyone know how to clean the char that's stuck onto the top of the stove range?
estelle getty
Trip to LA: relaxing.
I feel better. Recharged.
Possible reasons: more sun, more time spent out of my home, more family around. I think I'll test the second theory.
What to deal with this month: preparing for the future. Future in what, though? This 8 to 5 thing really isn't as bad as people claim it to be. Maybe it's just the mindset- people get too bored easily.
I feel better. Recharged.
Possible reasons: more sun, more time spent out of my home, more family around. I think I'll test the second theory.
What to deal with this month: preparing for the future. Future in what, though? This 8 to 5 thing really isn't as bad as people claim it to be. Maybe it's just the mindset- people get too bored easily.
7.21.2008
ghee
Sour sphincter vomit. HAHA!
It's always a test to see who crumbles first.
Janey's jealous that I criticize Drab more than her on my blog. Not sure why people would complain about being teased too little. I'm going to assume this is all a part of her krazy katie phase.
Right as I walked out the door to my apartment and started crossing, this lady at the street corner drops the stalk of celery from her bag of groceries. I'm getting better at this.
Fucking Asian couple sitting next to me at the movie theater, cuddling and staring at me. So annoying. Asshole Asian guy even dares to put his sorry excuse for coffee Starbucks into the cup holder of my armrest.
Dark Knight... Batman talking as if his nuts descended every time night fell. I never liked the Joker as a villain before in cartoons, but Heath Ledger's portrayal was acceptable. He definitely made me laugh at all the stuff he did in the movie. Maggie Gyllenhaal was a bit one-dimensional.
Phase 1: meet the friend, i.e., Claremont's Carl Jung.
Phase 2: befriend the friend of the friend.
Phase 3: replace the friend with that friend, i.e., replace Carl's Jr. with Claremont.
Phase 4: tea time.
Going to miss the L line.
It's always a test to see who crumbles first.
Janey's jealous that I criticize Drab more than her on my blog. Not sure why people would complain about being teased too little. I'm going to assume this is all a part of her krazy katie phase.
Right as I walked out the door to my apartment and started crossing, this lady at the street corner drops the stalk of celery from her bag of groceries. I'm getting better at this.
Fucking Asian couple sitting next to me at the movie theater, cuddling and staring at me. So annoying. Asshole Asian guy even dares to put his sorry excuse for coffee Starbucks into the cup holder of my armrest.
Dark Knight... Batman talking as if his nuts descended every time night fell. I never liked the Joker as a villain before in cartoons, but Heath Ledger's portrayal was acceptable. He definitely made me laugh at all the stuff he did in the movie. Maggie Gyllenhaal was a bit one-dimensional.
Phase 1: meet the friend, i.e., Claremont's Carl Jung.
Phase 2: befriend the friend of the friend.
Phase 3: replace the friend with that friend, i.e., replace Carl's Jr. with Claremont.
Phase 4: tea time.
Going to miss the L line.
eric arthur blair
Oof. I feel horrible.
Hmm, a woman? Well, if the woman can't cook or refuses to, then you just might have to resort to ordering pizza, and unlike video games, there's always the possibility that she could leave you at any time. Video games are much easier to replace, and I wouldn't know about my own filth; I'm compulsive about cleaning, even at other people's places. Still, I do wonder what would happen if I were to asphyxiate/die in my apartment; nobody would probably even find my body until the rent's long overdue. And then you suppose if the death occurred at the beginning of the month. That would mean my body would be rotting for almost a month before anyone ever found out. In conclusion, the benefit of having a significant other: no rotting body in the house. I suppose that would be contributing to my own filth. Still, what if both of you died at the same time? Then there would be two decaying corpses in the apartment. Solution: have more than 2 partners.
Dreamed last night that I was in a car with 7 other Indians, 5 of which I knew from high school, the other 2 having no faces. Then we ended up at a pool party, where I was turning the lock the wrong locker but still managed to open it. Once I looked in my book, where I had written my locker number and combo, I found this Swiss roll inside, vanilla flavored sponge cake, with a red and white filling in the center. I looked around and noticed that it was some girl with a crush on me who had put it in there. Before getting to the pool area, I offered this big kid some of my sunblock, but decided to leave the place instead of attending. This other girl at the party also left, not looking so well. She was talking to her boyfriend on the phone about how she didn't want to get wet and cold from swimming, exacerbating her illness. And how fortunate for me, she decided to not mention the source of her illness until the last minute: ebola.
Laundry day. Think I'll go see Batman. Then pack.
Oh yeah, what I heard yesterday: "She can't drink. After just 2 shots, her face turns red." ~asshole boyfriend speaking for his girlfriend. I empathize with her.
Looking on facebook at a photo where the friend comments that her family is a dang good-lookin' group. I guess if you think an overhanging belly on one girl, thick arms on another, double chin on the lady, don't mess with texas t-shirt on the guy, and practically average caucasian girl are attractive, then sure. More about those sexuality stats- most people prefer someone with average looking facial features. Think of that the next time someone chooses you or you choose them. Who's average, you or the other? Actors/actresses deviate from the norm, which is why their appearances may be idolized.
Hmm, a woman? Well, if the woman can't cook or refuses to, then you just might have to resort to ordering pizza, and unlike video games, there's always the possibility that she could leave you at any time. Video games are much easier to replace, and I wouldn't know about my own filth; I'm compulsive about cleaning, even at other people's places. Still, I do wonder what would happen if I were to asphyxiate/die in my apartment; nobody would probably even find my body until the rent's long overdue. And then you suppose if the death occurred at the beginning of the month. That would mean my body would be rotting for almost a month before anyone ever found out. In conclusion, the benefit of having a significant other: no rotting body in the house. I suppose that would be contributing to my own filth. Still, what if both of you died at the same time? Then there would be two decaying corpses in the apartment. Solution: have more than 2 partners.
Dreamed last night that I was in a car with 7 other Indians, 5 of which I knew from high school, the other 2 having no faces. Then we ended up at a pool party, where I was turning the lock the wrong locker but still managed to open it. Once I looked in my book, where I had written my locker number and combo, I found this Swiss roll inside, vanilla flavored sponge cake, with a red and white filling in the center. I looked around and noticed that it was some girl with a crush on me who had put it in there. Before getting to the pool area, I offered this big kid some of my sunblock, but decided to leave the place instead of attending. This other girl at the party also left, not looking so well. She was talking to her boyfriend on the phone about how she didn't want to get wet and cold from swimming, exacerbating her illness. And how fortunate for me, she decided to not mention the source of her illness until the last minute: ebola.
Laundry day. Think I'll go see Batman. Then pack.
Oh yeah, what I heard yesterday: "She can't drink. After just 2 shots, her face turns red." ~asshole boyfriend speaking for his girlfriend. I empathize with her.
Looking on facebook at a photo where the friend comments that her family is a dang good-lookin' group. I guess if you think an overhanging belly on one girl, thick arms on another, double chin on the lady, don't mess with texas t-shirt on the guy, and practically average caucasian girl are attractive, then sure. More about those sexuality stats- most people prefer someone with average looking facial features. Think of that the next time someone chooses you or you choose them. Who's average, you or the other? Actors/actresses deviate from the norm, which is why their appearances may be idolized.
7.20.2008
maître d'
I've realized I don't like coconut, even in milk form.
Curry always looks disturbing. Somehow reminiscent of something ill...
I think I made this back when I was trying to be vegetarian, consuming a block of tofu per day.
Napa. Pulling out a recipe from memory.
concours gastronomique
Jesus, I was getting emotional at the Happy Donut, looking at a picture of this cute little girl who has leukemia. So I stuck a quarter in one of the empty slots on the board. What's wrong with me?!
From an objective standpoint, the gays do have better facial bone structure than most straight men. Anyhow, my gay ex-best friend has finally decided to message me and agree to dinner while I'm down in LA. So I will be catching up with him on the past, oh, 6 years that we haven't hung out. I wonder if that's going to turn into a habit with my current friends- not hang out with them until 6 years have passed, meet for one dinner, then not hang out for another few years.
I'm lost- so I decided to make Bombay Curry tonight. Or should I call it Mumbai Curry now?
If you had to give up men/women or video games for the rest of your life, which would you choose?
UGH! There's Splenda in all my yogurt!
From an objective standpoint, the gays do have better facial bone structure than most straight men. Anyhow, my gay ex-best friend has finally decided to message me and agree to dinner while I'm down in LA. So I will be catching up with him on the past, oh, 6 years that we haven't hung out. I wonder if that's going to turn into a habit with my current friends- not hang out with them until 6 years have passed, meet for one dinner, then not hang out for another few years.
I'm lost- so I decided to make Bombay Curry tonight. Or should I call it Mumbai Curry now?
If you had to give up men/women or video games for the rest of your life, which would you choose?
UGH! There's Splenda in all my yogurt!
rogering
"you're wonderful... i just wanted you to know that... you make me feel better... and i appreciate you." ~more of Janey's emotional diarrhea.
I have enough problems dealing with diarrhea. I especially don't need this coming from other people. Ugh, you try to crush people, and they end up feeling better! What the hell?! Do people feel better when I make fun of them? Have all my past attempts been in vain??
I stayed up until 5/5:30 watching video game trailers. Specifically the E3 2008 convention. Mega Man 9's coming out on the Wii! Resident Evil 5 on Friday the 13th, 2009. Street Fighter IV, meh. Final Fantasy Versus XIII.
I'm in an amicable mood with the world today. I think I'll go outside... it's been 2, 3 days since I've been out?
I have enough problems dealing with diarrhea. I especially don't need this coming from other people. Ugh, you try to crush people, and they end up feeling better! What the hell?! Do people feel better when I make fun of them? Have all my past attempts been in vain??
I stayed up until 5/5:30 watching video game trailers. Specifically the E3 2008 convention. Mega Man 9's coming out on the Wii! Resident Evil 5 on Friday the 13th, 2009. Street Fighter IV, meh. Final Fantasy Versus XIII.
I'm in an amicable mood with the world today. I think I'll go outside... it's been 2, 3 days since I've been out?
deraileur
ARGHHH!!!
It wasn't even dinner this time. I had just barely asked Drab if he wanted to go to the zoo, but as soon as he replied with a yes, a thousand knives started stabbing away at my stomach from the inside. OH MY GOD so painful! I was half-laughing and half-angry while I was sitting on the toilet, hoping for the pain, among other things, to pass. You remember Pavlov's dog, where he was trained to salivate at the sound of a bell instead of the sight of food? Well, it appears my stomach has been trained to react negatively to the thought of spending time with Drab.
OHHHHH it still hurts!!! Why am I being punished?!?!
I tried to soothe my tummy afterward with Lucerne light yogurt, raspberry flavor. Except it was shitty, like my earlier experience mentioned above. Then I looked at the label to find that it's been "sweetened" with Splenda, another thing Drab likes. UGH!
It wasn't even dinner this time. I had just barely asked Drab if he wanted to go to the zoo, but as soon as he replied with a yes, a thousand knives started stabbing away at my stomach from the inside. OH MY GOD so painful! I was half-laughing and half-angry while I was sitting on the toilet, hoping for the pain, among other things, to pass. You remember Pavlov's dog, where he was trained to salivate at the sound of a bell instead of the sight of food? Well, it appears my stomach has been trained to react negatively to the thought of spending time with Drab.
OHHHHH it still hurts!!! Why am I being punished?!?!
I tried to soothe my tummy afterward with Lucerne light yogurt, raspberry flavor. Except it was shitty, like my earlier experience mentioned above. Then I looked at the label to find that it's been "sweetened" with Splenda, another thing Drab likes. UGH!
7.19.2008
terrine
Another name for upper class meatloaf... there IS a Swedish terrine in the cookbook.
I've been trying to go to bed early... except I find myself blogging at 3 in the morning. Why? Because every time I think about garlic pork chops and spaghetti, or George Foreman grills, I started cracking up.
Dream last night: I won one of those scratch and win lottery games. It was either $1056.00 or $1061.00, and I wanted to call my parents for some reason.
How much British slang do you people know? There are some jokes on the show that I don't understand.
If one had 100 guests for lunch, charging them around $100 for the meal in a high class restaurant open 6 days/week, not including tips, it could be a lucrative business. Then again, how many restaurants are there that charge such insane amounts for a meal?
I would sell my parents off for the perfect meal.
Russians have a distinct way of writing their emails, as do Mandarin speaking Chinese.
It's easy for me to handle life and death situations without even flinching, but when it comes to social interaction, BAH.
I've been trying to go to bed early... except I find myself blogging at 3 in the morning. Why? Because every time I think about garlic pork chops and spaghetti, or George Foreman grills, I started cracking up.
Dream last night: I won one of those scratch and win lottery games. It was either $1056.00 or $1061.00, and I wanted to call my parents for some reason.
How much British slang do you people know? There are some jokes on the show that I don't understand.
If one had 100 guests for lunch, charging them around $100 for the meal in a high class restaurant open 6 days/week, not including tips, it could be a lucrative business. Then again, how many restaurants are there that charge such insane amounts for a meal?
I would sell my parents off for the perfect meal.
Russians have a distinct way of writing their emails, as do Mandarin speaking Chinese.
It's easy for me to handle life and death situations without even flinching, but when it comes to social interaction, BAH.
callinectus sapides
What? Guy and Madonna? A sham?! I don't believe it!
"All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air..."
Couldn't fall asleep last night- so at 4:30/5 I started playing My Fair Lady to fall asleep to British people talking. I guess it worked, because the movie had ended by the time I woke up.
UGH!!! My canines are discolored, too!
The more I watch Chef!, the more sex jokes they insert with each subsequent episode, the more disappointed I am with this show. The British are still polite, when it comes to porn.
Having a dad who can speak Cantonese and Mandarin, and is considered nice by landladies, appears to be advantageous. Instead of being the one scrounging around looking for landlords to accept your application, the Chinese ones instead are requesting that the dad's child stay at their house. Does this work in other ethnic groups? Where the reputation of the father can automatically guarantee you rental? It's weird how that works. The city may be a good reason to stay, but are the people?
On one hand, Drab makes terrible decisions WITHOUT the aid of an online food guide. On the other, Clare makes bad restaurant choices WITH the help of online reviews like Yelp, in addition to being on Asian time, which baffles me how he can make it to work on time every morning. He was telling me in the car after we left Drab that he thought Cha Ya was a great place... based on several reviews. He says this to me after the mistake of making a last-minute change on which restaurant to eat for lunch, BASED ON REVIEWS.
Random college memory: Mark getting drunk for NOD. Maury being drunk during NOD. Mark turning red, but only from his face down to his neck where the shirt would stop. Maury also calls me randomly to talk, like Janey; if she's waiting at a bus stop, or stuck at lab. Crassie, too, when I used to be in Texas. Girls are weird about calling. Half of the time I'm usually thinking about how much battery will be drained from my cell phone for this conversation.
Waking up at 10:30AM on a Sunday. Do people still wake up this early on the weekend??
"All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air..."
Couldn't fall asleep last night- so at 4:30/5 I started playing My Fair Lady to fall asleep to British people talking. I guess it worked, because the movie had ended by the time I woke up.
UGH!!! My canines are discolored, too!
The more I watch Chef!, the more sex jokes they insert with each subsequent episode, the more disappointed I am with this show. The British are still polite, when it comes to porn.
Having a dad who can speak Cantonese and Mandarin, and is considered nice by landladies, appears to be advantageous. Instead of being the one scrounging around looking for landlords to accept your application, the Chinese ones instead are requesting that the dad's child stay at their house. Does this work in other ethnic groups? Where the reputation of the father can automatically guarantee you rental? It's weird how that works. The city may be a good reason to stay, but are the people?
On one hand, Drab makes terrible decisions WITHOUT the aid of an online food guide. On the other, Clare makes bad restaurant choices WITH the help of online reviews like Yelp, in addition to being on Asian time, which baffles me how he can make it to work on time every morning. He was telling me in the car after we left Drab that he thought Cha Ya was a great place... based on several reviews. He says this to me after the mistake of making a last-minute change on which restaurant to eat for lunch, BASED ON REVIEWS.
Random college memory: Mark getting drunk for NOD. Maury being drunk during NOD. Mark turning red, but only from his face down to his neck where the shirt would stop. Maury also calls me randomly to talk, like Janey; if she's waiting at a bus stop, or stuck at lab. Crassie, too, when I used to be in Texas. Girls are weird about calling. Half of the time I'm usually thinking about how much battery will be drained from my cell phone for this conversation.
Waking up at 10:30AM on a Sunday. Do people still wake up this early on the weekend??
bothell
MattPatt has an iPhone, Poorneel has an iPhone, Carbon Copy have an iPhone, and now Leigh-Ugh has an iPhone?!
I still get random calls/text messages from stupid who don't know how to dial the right phone number. "Hey whats are you doing? ilovemybabigirl" The hell?! A 254 area code... must be GOOD OL' WACO.
Noticed an old Asian male walking down 19th while I was on the 28 Line. It looked as though he went to the same barber as my dad.
Random thought: Playing MarioKart with Hesse and Elle in the suite on the huge-ass TV, and when Elle was in third place, he all of a sudden shouted, "Jason Siu, I'm gonna eat you out!" Hesse paused the game and turned to him in shock.
By george, I was not able to pinpoint it accurately. Until now. Who drunk Clare reminds me of at a dance club: MANGO. In particular, watch the parts at 1:08, and 1:25. Spitting image of Clare!
http://www.hulu.com/watch/4114/saturday-night-live-mango-and-j-lo
I still get random calls/text messages from stupid who don't know how to dial the right phone number. "Hey whats are you doing? ilovemybabigirl" The hell?! A 254 area code... must be GOOD OL' WACO.
Noticed an old Asian male walking down 19th while I was on the 28 Line. It looked as though he went to the same barber as my dad.
Random thought: Playing MarioKart with Hesse and Elle in the suite on the huge-ass TV, and when Elle was in third place, he all of a sudden shouted, "Jason Siu, I'm gonna eat you out!" Hesse paused the game and turned to him in shock.
By george, I was not able to pinpoint it accurately. Until now. Who drunk Clare reminds me of at a dance club: MANGO. In particular, watch the parts at 1:08, and 1:25. Spitting image of Clare!
http://www.hulu.com/watch/4114/saturday-night-live-mango-and-j-lo
7.17.2008
sommelier
HAHA! Kisses. You know how I feel about marriage, MattPatt! Do I really complain about every person? I always saw it as constructive criticism... I'm pseudo-trying to be better about that. My only solution so far is to become a hermit. Maybe the world would be a better place if we all said what was on our mind?
What's on my mind... Janey becoming Krazy Katie II! I'm also trying to convince Janey to try anal sex, as a side quest to my RPG.
UH HUH. Yeah, you know it. Even your insults concern the sphincter, haha. That comment about you liking backs MIGHT be valid... if you weren't backing up into people's front sides! Back... back that ass up! Except you's not a big fine woman (of African descent), so don't.
Unfortunately, the Times destroyed that movie. I wanted to see it too, only for the ABBA songs. Well, I guess I can look forward to Batman. Borders already started placing Batman paraphernalia to start leeching money from impressionable kids and die-hard fans.
So I decided to give this apartment search thing a chance. No living room in the place... and I would be living with 5 fobs. Somehow I feel like maybe Drab's been to this place last year, when he talked about a time when some landlady he met didn't speak that much English. Even if it is a nice location...
What was I doing with my life before eggplant?! I can't believe I didn't think of adding eggplant to make my spaghetti sauce!
This Asian lady and her kid met this other Asian lady- apparently they knew each other. So the Asian lady pulled the kid away from her mom and dragged him to the intersection, and proceeded to pull out a tub of cookies from her purse to give to the kid as a present, except the mom came running to them to refuse the offer. The kid, of course, was extending his hand out, but the two ladies kept arguing back and forth. Somehow I'm not surprised, except for the part where the Asian lady looked like she was getting into her car to run down the mother and child for refusing the gift.
What's on my mind... Janey becoming Krazy Katie II! I'm also trying to convince Janey to try anal sex, as a side quest to my RPG.
UH HUH. Yeah, you know it. Even your insults concern the sphincter, haha. That comment about you liking backs MIGHT be valid... if you weren't backing up into people's front sides! Back... back that ass up! Except you's not a big fine woman (of African descent), so don't.
Unfortunately, the Times destroyed that movie. I wanted to see it too, only for the ABBA songs. Well, I guess I can look forward to Batman. Borders already started placing Batman paraphernalia to start leeching money from impressionable kids and die-hard fans.
So I decided to give this apartment search thing a chance. No living room in the place... and I would be living with 5 fobs. Somehow I feel like maybe Drab's been to this place last year, when he talked about a time when some landlady he met didn't speak that much English. Even if it is a nice location...
What was I doing with my life before eggplant?! I can't believe I didn't think of adding eggplant to make my spaghetti sauce!
This Asian lady and her kid met this other Asian lady- apparently they knew each other. So the Asian lady pulled the kid away from her mom and dragged him to the intersection, and proceeded to pull out a tub of cookies from her purse to give to the kid as a present, except the mom came running to them to refuse the offer. The kid, of course, was extending his hand out, but the two ladies kept arguing back and forth. Somehow I'm not surprised, except for the part where the Asian lady looked like she was getting into her car to run down the mother and child for refusing the gift.
mise-en-place
Thoughts in bed:
Hesse and Jalto were sitting around in the Junior suite talking about how fine their asses are, and talking about other people's arses as well. One of them started talking about Mark's ass, saying how supple it was when they caught a glimpse of his side as he walked into the shower.
Clare and the way he dances when he's too drunk to notice what he's doing. Based on those clues, my guess is that he's a bottom.
Janey always making the same type of soup when we lived together in the summer, always making the same remark about blanching the vegetables before doing anything with them. Nants putting fish, tomato, and rice into the crock pot.
Drab trying to have a dance off with me at the Archi Arts party. Also finally getting some of the jokes that Drab attempts to make, months after he's made them.
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Hesse and Jalto were sitting around in the Junior suite talking about how fine their asses are, and talking about other people's arses as well. One of them started talking about Mark's ass, saying how supple it was when they caught a glimpse of his side as he walked into the shower.
Clare and the way he dances when he's too drunk to notice what he's doing. Based on those clues, my guess is that he's a bottom.
Janey always making the same type of soup when we lived together in the summer, always making the same remark about blanching the vegetables before doing anything with them. Nants putting fish, tomato, and rice into the crock pot.
Drab trying to have a dance off with me at the Archi Arts party. Also finally getting some of the jokes that Drab attempts to make, months after he's made them.
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
7.16.2008
vaslav fomich nijinsky
My parents are going to visit me, to help me move out.
While I was at McDonald's yesterday (don't ask): "I will be shopping my heart out toNIGHT!" ~dumb ass Asian girl.
My faith in possibly dating in the future decreases every day I step outside of my apartment. Still, I was at McDonald's, yes? I should have tried the Borders sitting right next door? They were inside Borders afterward.
Those more educated in the population are more likely to have masturbated in the last year, both men and women, and people with advanced degrees masturbate twice as often then high school dropouts. Blacks less likely than whites to masturbate, less likely to perform oral sex.
Having 2+ sex partners within the past year puts you in the high risk category for contracting an STD.
OHHH there's an opening for a job at a Chinese restaurant! Preparing food!!! AHHH!!!!
I have to talk to fobs in 3 hours! AHHHH!!!!
While I was at McDonald's yesterday (don't ask): "I will be shopping my heart out toNIGHT!" ~dumb ass Asian girl.
My faith in possibly dating in the future decreases every day I step outside of my apartment. Still, I was at McDonald's, yes? I should have tried the Borders sitting right next door? They were inside Borders afterward.
Those more educated in the population are more likely to have masturbated in the last year, both men and women, and people with advanced degrees masturbate twice as often then high school dropouts. Blacks less likely than whites to masturbate, less likely to perform oral sex.
Having 2+ sex partners within the past year puts you in the high risk category for contracting an STD.
OHHH there's an opening for a job at a Chinese restaurant! Preparing food!!! AHHH!!!!
I have to talk to fobs in 3 hours! AHHHH!!!!
en pointe
HAHA, ohhhh B-米. You must have British ancestry, your jokes are just TOO good! You would be a perfect addition to this BBC show "Chef!" that I'm currently watching. Text-heavy sentences with a high joke rate per unit time. Talking about food, and unfortunately sex. Recommend a Paul Newman film for me to try!
And why yes, I CAN make dumps. They're probably the easiest thing to make out of the Chinese food in my repertoire.
Hmm, I've resigned myself to being termed "celibate." That is, I experience romantic attraction, versus sexual attraction, but do not act on my thoughts. Then again, my sexual thoughts have been increasing in my dreams and daydreams. For the curious, Janey and I found out about WikiAfterDark. Try it out- there's animations!
Haha yeah... real phone calls. In the mean time, I let my parents make them for me. It's SO much easier having your Asian parents talking to an elderly Asian who rarely speaks any English. I don't even look like a real adult- Janey keeps commenting about how I look like I'm still in high school. Ho.
Was there always a Swedish Chef on Sesame Street?!
Considering going to SfN in D.C. Earliest holiday I have that coincides with Nilk is Veteran's Day in November, and SfN is from the 14th to the 18th. How did Anthony Bourdain describe Baltimore in his book... "Baltimore sucks... a fairly quaint excuse for a city."
In some cultures, boys start masturbating at age 8 or 9. In this same tribe, in Mangaia, boys have sex every night from age 13, having up to 3 orgasms per night around the age of 18. At age 48, sex 2-3 times a week.
And why yes, I CAN make dumps. They're probably the easiest thing to make out of the Chinese food in my repertoire.
Hmm, I've resigned myself to being termed "celibate." That is, I experience romantic attraction, versus sexual attraction, but do not act on my thoughts. Then again, my sexual thoughts have been increasing in my dreams and daydreams. For the curious, Janey and I found out about WikiAfterDark. Try it out- there's animations!
Haha yeah... real phone calls. In the mean time, I let my parents make them for me. It's SO much easier having your Asian parents talking to an elderly Asian who rarely speaks any English. I don't even look like a real adult- Janey keeps commenting about how I look like I'm still in high school. Ho.
Was there always a Swedish Chef on Sesame Street?!
Considering going to SfN in D.C. Earliest holiday I have that coincides with Nilk is Veteran's Day in November, and SfN is from the 14th to the 18th. How did Anthony Bourdain describe Baltimore in his book... "Baltimore sucks... a fairly quaint excuse for a city."
In some cultures, boys start masturbating at age 8 or 9. In this same tribe, in Mangaia, boys have sex every night from age 13, having up to 3 orgasms per night around the age of 18. At age 48, sex 2-3 times a week.
7.15.2008
hokey pokey
"I long for those young boy days... with a girl like you..."
AHHHHH, why must I sound psychotic over the phone?! Imagine this: you call someone, they're not there, and you have to leave a message. You begin just fine, stating your purpose, but in the middle of your thought process have this HUGE brain fart, leading you to expelling, "Oh, GAW!" over the phone and immediately hanging up due to embarrassment. You're still interested in what they're offering, so you call back again, saying that oh, it's you again, but make up some excuse that your phone hung up on you. This time, you almost get through to the end of your message, but when you try to leave your phone number, you stutter at the last digits, so you just keep repeating to quickly end the conversation and hang up. Only, you don't even know if they'll get the numbers right. AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WHY?!?!
When you inquire about a place to stay for a while, does anyone ever reply to you with the message, "Are you Chinese? :)" Yes, they actually added that smile at the end of the sentence. Aren't people supposed to rent out to people NOT on the basis of race? Not really sure if I should be glad that I have a niche in the market, or pissed at Asians trying to be selective and cliquish to an extent.
A good sense of taste... I wonder what her mouth must taste like... AHHHH!!!!
AHHHHH, why must I sound psychotic over the phone?! Imagine this: you call someone, they're not there, and you have to leave a message. You begin just fine, stating your purpose, but in the middle of your thought process have this HUGE brain fart, leading you to expelling, "Oh, GAW!" over the phone and immediately hanging up due to embarrassment. You're still interested in what they're offering, so you call back again, saying that oh, it's you again, but make up some excuse that your phone hung up on you. This time, you almost get through to the end of your message, but when you try to leave your phone number, you stutter at the last digits, so you just keep repeating to quickly end the conversation and hang up. Only, you don't even know if they'll get the numbers right. AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WHY?!?!
When you inquire about a place to stay for a while, does anyone ever reply to you with the message, "Are you Chinese? :)" Yes, they actually added that smile at the end of the sentence. Aren't people supposed to rent out to people NOT on the basis of race? Not really sure if I should be glad that I have a niche in the market, or pissed at Asians trying to be selective and cliquish to an extent.
A good sense of taste... I wonder what her mouth must taste like... AHHHH!!!!
morton's toe
Dream last night: I was driving an open-top convertible with some other guy, very much in black and white like the Kill Bill movies. We stop at a gas station, and I go pump the gas. The other guy walks a few feet away from the car, away from the gas station. In the middle of pumping, the guy tells me to stop and hold up the nozzle of the pump. Once I do so, he pulls out a gun and shoots, and the entire gas station explodes.
UGHHH!!!!!!! Why am I so bad with phone calls?!
UGHHH!!!!!!! Why am I so bad with phone calls?!
aniridia
Still looking at Puglets, Pug pictures. I was disgusted at myself last night when I started awwing out loud at pug puppies, just like how I'm disgusted every time Clare awws at every dog at the park.
I'm also wondering who edits the Wiki entries on each dog breed. Adding descriptions of each dog, trying to give each of them distinct personalities...
Oh yeah, there's a Feist concert this weekend isn't there? I don't even know if I like Feist.
Which is worse, being emotionally stunted or emotionally dead?
Oddly excited about Biohazard/Resident Evil 5 coming out, even though I don't have a PS3, and it isn't coming out until next year.
Since Janey SO requests that I write about her in my blog, the next post will be dedicated to bashing her on her melodrama, insecurities and emotional flatulence. Pee-yoo!
zygomaticus major
Dreaming again last night...
I was riding this train on a circular track, and got off at the wrong stop. So in order to get to the correct destination, the previous stop, I had to get back on the next train and ride it around the airport again until the appropriate departure gate. This group of guys were looking suspicious, and I was paranoid that they were trying to take my seat on the next train. So when the train came I rushed in to find a window seat that I liked and grabbed it immediately.
Then the scene shifted over to me in bed with my supposed wife. She was complaining about not getting enough of the right type of sex. and she was arguing with me over what the vows meant and what types of sex were required to be had under those marriage vows. So I started eating her out.
I was riding this train on a circular track, and got off at the wrong stop. So in order to get to the correct destination, the previous stop, I had to get back on the next train and ride it around the airport again until the appropriate departure gate. This group of guys were looking suspicious, and I was paranoid that they were trying to take my seat on the next train. So when the train came I rushed in to find a window seat that I liked and grabbed it immediately.
Then the scene shifted over to me in bed with my supposed wife. She was complaining about not getting enough of the right type of sex. and she was arguing with me over what the vows meant and what types of sex were required to be had under those marriage vows. So I started eating her out.
7.14.2008
demi-glace
Mr. Bourdain... makes me feel dumb, especially when I order steaks well-done at restaurants. Why didn't Clare warn me about this? I knew he read the book, too. Asshole. Haha you are a gossip! Maybe your nickname should be Gossip Guy. Embrace the shame!
Again, would have been another good book if they had taken the sex out of it... sigh... why do food and sex have to be connected in every book I read? Is it inevitable for me as well? Avoiding sex is futile?! NEVER!!!
What did I do today? Wake up at 1:30, eat, go back to bed to read Kitchen Confidential, get back up to eat dinner.
Even better- I got free mashed potatoes and a free drink at KFC! My advice is to order whatever isn't on their racks at 8:30PM. Then they'll tell you that it'll take a while, and while you're waiting, the store manager will apologize for the wait, and then offer you free goodies while you wait. I'm going to test it out again, maybe 3/4 months from now. I get sick of fried chicken if I eat too much in one sitting. 20 hot wings... such a fool...
The problem with me trying to keep up with the news is that everyone else has also been reading the New York Times, so anything that ends up in conversation isn't new input at all.
People watching Wall-E recently and saying they liked it. I'm not sure if I got quite the reaction as everyone else. It seemed like the movie was flaunting in my face that even robots are more capable of love than I am. It'd be nice to be transformed into half-man, half-machine in the future. Not like the terminator, but something like Megaman/Rockman. Megaman X.
Sudden urge to play tennis again.
Again, would have been another good book if they had taken the sex out of it... sigh... why do food and sex have to be connected in every book I read? Is it inevitable for me as well? Avoiding sex is futile?! NEVER!!!
What did I do today? Wake up at 1:30, eat, go back to bed to read Kitchen Confidential, get back up to eat dinner.
Even better- I got free mashed potatoes and a free drink at KFC! My advice is to order whatever isn't on their racks at 8:30PM. Then they'll tell you that it'll take a while, and while you're waiting, the store manager will apologize for the wait, and then offer you free goodies while you wait. I'm going to test it out again, maybe 3/4 months from now. I get sick of fried chicken if I eat too much in one sitting. 20 hot wings... such a fool...
The problem with me trying to keep up with the news is that everyone else has also been reading the New York Times, so anything that ends up in conversation isn't new input at all.
People watching Wall-E recently and saying they liked it. I'm not sure if I got quite the reaction as everyone else. It seemed like the movie was flaunting in my face that even robots are more capable of love than I am. It'd be nice to be transformed into half-man, half-machine in the future. Not like the terminator, but something like Megaman/Rockman. Megaman X.
Sudden urge to play tennis again.
fika
17.
Stayed up too late => multiple dreams.
1.) I was in some forested area, carrying a black Motorola Razr, when all of a sudden a helicopter comes flying down, and kidnaps me. In the helicopter I find 5 other people bound and duck taped across the mouth, being transported to who know where. We all finally end up on this bed in this wooden cottage, where surveillance cameras were installed. I was laying on the left edge of the bed, all of us had our hands bound in front of us. That wasn't such a smart tactic, as I was the one who had a phone and could reach in my pocket to try to call 911. The only thing to watch out for was the camera, which would alert the kidnappers if we were doing anything suspicious. Still, I could see the camera from the criminals' perspective as well, so in the dream I was watching myself and the camera while shuffling around for the phone. Once I started calling 911, I placed the phone in a way that conformed to my body, while the others began shifting around to distract any attention that might have been placed on me. Somehow, we were rescued, but once we all got onto land, this giant earthquake shifted and deformed the countryside.
2.) I was in some stranger's apartment with one couch and one TV. The problem? So was Drab. UGH!!! He was talking on his cell phone, reserving places for this camping trip, except I didn't know if anybody else were coming besides the two of us. Panicking at the thought of this, I started frying chicken breast fillets in a metal trough that also happened to be in the room. I had already soaked the chicken in eggs and then cornstarch, similar to chicken cordon bleu, but I didn't stuff them with ham/cheese. I just kept focusing on the crackling, hoping that this camping trip with just Drab would will itself out of existence. Suddenly we were transported to a Mario Kart game, playing against two other people, except this was a newer version of Mario Kart. Each player had to pay attention to 4 screens on their own panel, with the top right being the actual driving/visual field, while the others contained a bird's eye view map, statistics, and so on. The characters we played were driving in some underground parking garage, going up every single floor in a building. While everyone managed to do well, I was getting frustrated because I kept crashing into walls/pillars, in addition to having to get used to another new Mario Kart game even though I haven't played the Wii version yet. Here I was in last place, trying to catch up to everyone. I got angry, so I woke up.
Well, even if they have sex, I haven't washed my sheets in a while, so I guess I could wash them when I get back to SF.
Stayed up too late => multiple dreams.
1.) I was in some forested area, carrying a black Motorola Razr, when all of a sudden a helicopter comes flying down, and kidnaps me. In the helicopter I find 5 other people bound and duck taped across the mouth, being transported to who know where. We all finally end up on this bed in this wooden cottage, where surveillance cameras were installed. I was laying on the left edge of the bed, all of us had our hands bound in front of us. That wasn't such a smart tactic, as I was the one who had a phone and could reach in my pocket to try to call 911. The only thing to watch out for was the camera, which would alert the kidnappers if we were doing anything suspicious. Still, I could see the camera from the criminals' perspective as well, so in the dream I was watching myself and the camera while shuffling around for the phone. Once I started calling 911, I placed the phone in a way that conformed to my body, while the others began shifting around to distract any attention that might have been placed on me. Somehow, we were rescued, but once we all got onto land, this giant earthquake shifted and deformed the countryside.
2.) I was in some stranger's apartment with one couch and one TV. The problem? So was Drab. UGH!!! He was talking on his cell phone, reserving places for this camping trip, except I didn't know if anybody else were coming besides the two of us. Panicking at the thought of this, I started frying chicken breast fillets in a metal trough that also happened to be in the room. I had already soaked the chicken in eggs and then cornstarch, similar to chicken cordon bleu, but I didn't stuff them with ham/cheese. I just kept focusing on the crackling, hoping that this camping trip with just Drab would will itself out of existence. Suddenly we were transported to a Mario Kart game, playing against two other people, except this was a newer version of Mario Kart. Each player had to pay attention to 4 screens on their own panel, with the top right being the actual driving/visual field, while the others contained a bird's eye view map, statistics, and so on. The characters we played were driving in some underground parking garage, going up every single floor in a building. While everyone managed to do well, I was getting frustrated because I kept crashing into walls/pillars, in addition to having to get used to another new Mario Kart game even though I haven't played the Wii version yet. Here I was in last place, trying to catch up to everyone. I got angry, so I woke up.
Well, even if they have sex, I haven't washed my sheets in a while, so I guess I could wash them when I get back to SF.
artsoppa
Midsummer's Eve is on the 21st of June. All-night long indulgence in dancing, eating, and drinking. Sounds like my cup of tea.
"Emotionally dead." HAHA! I think I like Nutmeg a little more.
Seeing Drab again. Immediate thought? OLD! Older in appearance, right canine not the same color as the left one, the left one less white. And then hearing that he hasn't been drinking in two months, which was a surprise to me. Guess that shows how much I've been keeping in touch with Drab. MAYBE I should make more of an effort to hang out, as Clare suggested. Drab brought up the idea of me living in a summer sublet... at his place, which would effectively bring him and me closer in proximity. That would totally defeat the purpose of what I've been trying to do all year long.
If I had been Drab and overheard my roommate having sex, I would probably burst out laughing in the living room. Maybe instead of Peter Rabbit, I should give him a more appropriate nickname instead, like Thumper.
Oh yes, also predicted that Clare would forget to bring my birthday card. Again. And my predictions were correct. Also his description of B-米 and Machu Picchu as Gilmore Guys- spot on!
Yogurt's not supposed to give you chest pains, is it? This Lucerne brand blueberry yogurt is just doing that.
Janey trying to be more emotional than usual around me. I will have none of that! My plan is brutal honesty until I can snap her out of her irrational state of being.
Los Angeles in less than a week! Letting my cousin and his girlfriend stay at my place for 4 of the 7 days that I'm gone. I hope they don't have sex on my bed.
Is an hour and a half too much time spent when composing an email to a friend?
"Emotionally dead." HAHA! I think I like Nutmeg a little more.
Seeing Drab again. Immediate thought? OLD! Older in appearance, right canine not the same color as the left one, the left one less white. And then hearing that he hasn't been drinking in two months, which was a surprise to me. Guess that shows how much I've been keeping in touch with Drab. MAYBE I should make more of an effort to hang out, as Clare suggested. Drab brought up the idea of me living in a summer sublet... at his place, which would effectively bring him and me closer in proximity. That would totally defeat the purpose of what I've been trying to do all year long.
If I had been Drab and overheard my roommate having sex, I would probably burst out laughing in the living room. Maybe instead of Peter Rabbit, I should give him a more appropriate nickname instead, like Thumper.
Oh yes, also predicted that Clare would forget to bring my birthday card. Again. And my predictions were correct. Also his description of B-米 and Machu Picchu as Gilmore Guys- spot on!
Yogurt's not supposed to give you chest pains, is it? This Lucerne brand blueberry yogurt is just doing that.
Janey trying to be more emotional than usual around me. I will have none of that! My plan is brutal honesty until I can snap her out of her irrational state of being.
Los Angeles in less than a week! Letting my cousin and his girlfriend stay at my place for 4 of the 7 days that I'm gone. I hope they don't have sex on my bed.
Is an hour and a half too much time spent when composing an email to a friend?
7.13.2008
princesstarta
Where did I leave off...
Die Macher with Clare and his friends.
Well his friends, first of all. Two balding, all three nerdy. All three extremely nerdy and extremely interested in politics. Perplexed as to how Clare managed to have these types of friends along with his other Asian group.
8.5 hours long, the game lasted!
Half-time in the game: dinner at Asqew. Baby back ribs. The sauce wasn't too tangy, but the service and wait for my food was not so great. I even ordered the same thing as most people at my table, yet my order took longer to get half of it sent to me, and even longer to get the other half of the half-rack of ribs delivered. B.
An A in my human sexuality class! 3 days since classes have ended, and I'm already missing school. Spent most of my day just laying in bed. Too many intrusive thoughts about people. Very debilitating.
Maybe it's best not to change my habits, but to use them to my advantage. If I tend to swing between excesses, I could attempt to apply that towards my yearly habits. Spend a lot of time studying, not sleeping, and then spend the other half not doing anything productive. Balancing out one's day with play/work/sleep is overrated.
Now that I'm educated on sex, I want to spread my knowledge to you.
Random facts:
-Erections are mainly caused by activation of parasympathetic nerves, relaxing your muscles.
-20% of men over age 20 have difficulty achieving/maintaining erections.
-Men's top preferred traits in a mate, in order: intelligence, good looks, humor, honesty, attractive face, kindness.
-Women's preferences, in order: humor, intelligence, honesty, kindness, values, communication skills.
-Preferences do not change for homosexuals of either gender.
Die Macher with Clare and his friends.
Well his friends, first of all. Two balding, all three nerdy. All three extremely nerdy and extremely interested in politics. Perplexed as to how Clare managed to have these types of friends along with his other Asian group.
8.5 hours long, the game lasted!
Half-time in the game: dinner at Asqew. Baby back ribs. The sauce wasn't too tangy, but the service and wait for my food was not so great. I even ordered the same thing as most people at my table, yet my order took longer to get half of it sent to me, and even longer to get the other half of the half-rack of ribs delivered. B.
An A in my human sexuality class! 3 days since classes have ended, and I'm already missing school. Spent most of my day just laying in bed. Too many intrusive thoughts about people. Very debilitating.
Maybe it's best not to change my habits, but to use them to my advantage. If I tend to swing between excesses, I could attempt to apply that towards my yearly habits. Spend a lot of time studying, not sleeping, and then spend the other half not doing anything productive. Balancing out one's day with play/work/sleep is overrated.
Now that I'm educated on sex, I want to spread my knowledge to you.
Random facts:
-Erections are mainly caused by activation of parasympathetic nerves, relaxing your muscles.
-20% of men over age 20 have difficulty achieving/maintaining erections.
-Men's top preferred traits in a mate, in order: intelligence, good looks, humor, honesty, attractive face, kindness.
-Women's preferences, in order: humor, intelligence, honesty, kindness, values, communication skills.
-Preferences do not change for homosexuals of either gender.
7.09.2008
madrigal
So I was talking to Drab and Clare about Swedish customs, so I need to correct myself: kaffe med bakelser = coffee with pastries. Me thinks I'll focus on Swedish desserts and Asian main dishes. And samovar is technically a water boiler, although they have samovar coffee pots/urns.
Clare picked a place this time, so I GUESS I can't criticize Drab for his poor decision-making this time... but that doesn't mean I won't criticize him. Kingdom of Dumpling: TERRIBLE. The xiao long bao had little soup, which mainly tasted like bland chicken broth. The chive dumplings lacked texture- the crunch of fresh chives. The pig ears were doused with too much oil. They forgot to bring out our order of you tiao. Overpriced for the pig ears. Waitress was terrible at being a waitress. It was kind of funny when the waiter called Drab 小弟弟. What was it in response to... maybe Drab was asking for water or something instead of tea, and the guy told him not to worry, that he understands English. Grade... C+/B-. Moral of the story? Never let anybody else decide when it comes to a Chinese restaurant.
So I woke up, got a call from Clare saying he'd be in SF in 40 minutes, which really means I don't have to get out of bed until an hour and twenty minutes later. And I did. Except when I was in the bathroom washing my face with facial cleanser, someone decides to call me at that moment, so I had to run with my eyes half-closed to my phone so that the stuff wouldn't get in my eyes and burn. It was Drab of all people, saying that he was coming over.
I was still not wearing much when Drab started storming at my door. Ugh, always catching me with my pants down. Even though he was knocking and waiting right outside, I decided not to let him in until I had gotten dressed. I open the door to find Drab drenched in sweat and panting for air, which grossed me out since I had just finished washing up. Avoiding his sweat didn't help at all when we were walking to the bank, as his arm kept brushing up against mine. Ugh.
Lunch->Coffee with pastries. Which was a rather odd choice, since I'm not fond of sweets, nor do I have a strong preference towards coffee.
Continue this later. Too tired.
Clare picked a place this time, so I GUESS I can't criticize Drab for his poor decision-making this time... but that doesn't mean I won't criticize him. Kingdom of Dumpling: TERRIBLE. The xiao long bao had little soup, which mainly tasted like bland chicken broth. The chive dumplings lacked texture- the crunch of fresh chives. The pig ears were doused with too much oil. They forgot to bring out our order of you tiao. Overpriced for the pig ears. Waitress was terrible at being a waitress. It was kind of funny when the waiter called Drab 小弟弟. What was it in response to... maybe Drab was asking for water or something instead of tea, and the guy told him not to worry, that he understands English. Grade... C+/B-. Moral of the story? Never let anybody else decide when it comes to a Chinese restaurant.
So I woke up, got a call from Clare saying he'd be in SF in 40 minutes, which really means I don't have to get out of bed until an hour and twenty minutes later. And I did. Except when I was in the bathroom washing my face with facial cleanser, someone decides to call me at that moment, so I had to run with my eyes half-closed to my phone so that the stuff wouldn't get in my eyes and burn. It was Drab of all people, saying that he was coming over.
I was still not wearing much when Drab started storming at my door. Ugh, always catching me with my pants down. Even though he was knocking and waiting right outside, I decided not to let him in until I had gotten dressed. I open the door to find Drab drenched in sweat and panting for air, which grossed me out since I had just finished washing up. Avoiding his sweat didn't help at all when we were walking to the bank, as his arm kept brushing up against mine. Ugh.
Lunch->Coffee with pastries. Which was a rather odd choice, since I'm not fond of sweets, nor do I have a strong preference towards coffee.
Continue this later. Too tired.
7.08.2008
stickler
I'm learning how to cook Swedish food!
In addition to miscellaneous Pan Asian dishes, now that I have time. Now I can finally learn what they have to offer food-wise, other than those weird meatballs. Although that's not very creative, lumping ground meat so that it takes on a spherical form.
I was first worried I might not be able to cook any of the dishes, especially in the wild meat section. Then I reached the back of the book and saw that a Swedish supplier is in the Bay Area. Oh my god!
"I spilled some milk on the table. Oh my god!" HAH!
What's the highest Impact Factor that a science journal can have?
I think I'm having lunch with Clare tomorrow??
In addition to miscellaneous Pan Asian dishes, now that I have time. Now I can finally learn what they have to offer food-wise, other than those weird meatballs. Although that's not very creative, lumping ground meat so that it takes on a spherical form.
I was first worried I might not be able to cook any of the dishes, especially in the wild meat section. Then I reached the back of the book and saw that a Swedish supplier is in the Bay Area. Oh my god!
"I spilled some milk on the table. Oh my god!" HAH!
What's the highest Impact Factor that a science journal can have?
I think I'm having lunch with Clare tomorrow??
7.07.2008
kwaito
Take a shower this week: check.
Finish summer classes: check.
Restart studying for MCATS: check.
Watch Asian dramedies: check...
Excess dopamine flooding my brain.
"...cut his nuts off!" HAHA! Reverend Jackson cracks me up.
This time someone was blaring classical music outside his car. People in SF really DO have eclectic tastes.
Finish summer classes: check.
Restart studying for MCATS: check.
Watch Asian dramedies: check...
Excess dopamine flooding my brain.
"...cut his nuts off!" HAHA! Reverend Jackson cracks me up.
This time someone was blaring classical music outside his car. People in SF really DO have eclectic tastes.
speakeasy
E-mails versus hanging out in person. That's a tough one. Sometimes it's just better to communicate in written form. It has focus for me. Every time I hang out with people, I might zone out of the conversation and just do my own thing. Perhaps it's a byproduct of being independent for so long. Or the person may just not be stimulating my interests?
Even Catholic priests know that infatuation trumps judgment. So why do people still lean towards the emotional side of their brain, knowing they're not going to make logical decisions?
Secret: I let my emotions trickle out occasionally, but only within the privacy of my own home. Well, that might be a lie. It's just that I laugh more.
In Human Sexuality today, my teacher was listing the reason why people fall in love. We could look at it from psychology, sociology, biology. Stupidity. Maybe not the last one, though it was certainly the answer going through my mind.
Even Catholic priests know that infatuation trumps judgment. So why do people still lean towards the emotional side of their brain, knowing they're not going to make logical decisions?
Secret: I let my emotions trickle out occasionally, but only within the privacy of my own home. Well, that might be a lie. It's just that I laugh more.
In Human Sexuality today, my teacher was listing the reason why people fall in love. We could look at it from psychology, sociology, biology. Stupidity. Maybe not the last one, though it was certainly the answer going through my mind.
cigarette girl
16.
I knew this was going to happen if I fell asleep, since I was exhausted, but I decided to doze anyway. And look where it got me.
In my dream, I was thinking about this family, how this one mom and one son live together. At some point I was forced to flashback in my dream about a time when the son and mother were arguing, how the son didn't come home that night, and the mother asking him if he knew how it felt to be lonely. And he didn't know. She told him that that's how she felt every night ever since his dad passed away.
I, on the other hand, was walking throughout town, thinking this, and wearing a brown leather jacket under a trench coat. There was this group of friends that wanted me to join them, but I would turn around, flapping my jacket over my right shoulder as if a model would, and walking away, shunning them.
Somehow I ended up in another part of town, where I was traveling through staircases doing neuro research for this one lady. She had left the lab and so allowed me to roam and explore the area for a while. I took and elevator to one floor, but decided something was strange, so I went outside and slid down the side of the building for a good 5 to 10 seconds before hopping off onto the floor as if it were normal, and continued strolling casually into the hallway to get back to lab.
Only I ended up in this low-income neighborhood where people were either shooting bullets at each other or launching fireworks horizontally. I had escaped that to find myself in this room with 2 people testing explosions. One person, obviously the expert, was muttering about what needed to be adjusted in order for the boom to be bigger next time. The other guy just handed me advice on what to do in that protective dome of theirs so that I wouldn't blow out my ear drums. Except I decided to leave since I was disinterested, only they had started blasting things off with me out of the dome! I was covering my ears, running towards the exit.
Finding myself outside again and back in the warzone, I tried to avoid it by jumping over a fence adjacent to a house, only to get my shoes muddied. I began wading through the mud and realized that this house was my grandfather's, but nobody was home. Further along I walked into the backyard, not sure why, but when I hopped up onto the fence I fell back down. Several objects had fallen off me, and I started to gather them when 2 items I hadn't seen before stood out and caught my attention: a gift from Kaiser, and a gift from Drab.
Comparing the two, Kaiser had given me a gift that showed how much she really knew me. Even though I couldn't tell exactly what it was, the feeling/impression left on me was a positive one, that warm fuzzy feeling.
ON THE OTHER HAND, when I looked down at Drab's gift, I noticed that it was this triangular, wooden, blue block that he had carved himself and given to me. About 8 inches long by 5 inches wide and 3 inches deep, a dark blue covering the annual rings, a red paint coloring the edges. Drab's terrible at gift-giving in real life; it didn't come as a shock that Drab would give something like this to me. What was most distinctive on the wedge, though, were the inscriptions. One face had written on it that it was a piece of the wood that he had used to build his house or apartment, that he had saved it to give to me (ugh). Another face read that he was sorry he forgot my birthday and hopes that this will make up for it (no). Another face had his attempts at stringing together meaningful words to try to butter me up (or make me feel extremely uncomfortable).
I refused to be so forgiving, and broke this spell, waking up with eyes dry from having left my contacts in my eyes before napping. UGH!!!
I knew this was going to happen if I fell asleep, since I was exhausted, but I decided to doze anyway. And look where it got me.
In my dream, I was thinking about this family, how this one mom and one son live together. At some point I was forced to flashback in my dream about a time when the son and mother were arguing, how the son didn't come home that night, and the mother asking him if he knew how it felt to be lonely. And he didn't know. She told him that that's how she felt every night ever since his dad passed away.
I, on the other hand, was walking throughout town, thinking this, and wearing a brown leather jacket under a trench coat. There was this group of friends that wanted me to join them, but I would turn around, flapping my jacket over my right shoulder as if a model would, and walking away, shunning them.
Somehow I ended up in another part of town, where I was traveling through staircases doing neuro research for this one lady. She had left the lab and so allowed me to roam and explore the area for a while. I took and elevator to one floor, but decided something was strange, so I went outside and slid down the side of the building for a good 5 to 10 seconds before hopping off onto the floor as if it were normal, and continued strolling casually into the hallway to get back to lab.
Only I ended up in this low-income neighborhood where people were either shooting bullets at each other or launching fireworks horizontally. I had escaped that to find myself in this room with 2 people testing explosions. One person, obviously the expert, was muttering about what needed to be adjusted in order for the boom to be bigger next time. The other guy just handed me advice on what to do in that protective dome of theirs so that I wouldn't blow out my ear drums. Except I decided to leave since I was disinterested, only they had started blasting things off with me out of the dome! I was covering my ears, running towards the exit.
Finding myself outside again and back in the warzone, I tried to avoid it by jumping over a fence adjacent to a house, only to get my shoes muddied. I began wading through the mud and realized that this house was my grandfather's, but nobody was home. Further along I walked into the backyard, not sure why, but when I hopped up onto the fence I fell back down. Several objects had fallen off me, and I started to gather them when 2 items I hadn't seen before stood out and caught my attention: a gift from Kaiser, and a gift from Drab.
Comparing the two, Kaiser had given me a gift that showed how much she really knew me. Even though I couldn't tell exactly what it was, the feeling/impression left on me was a positive one, that warm fuzzy feeling.
ON THE OTHER HAND, when I looked down at Drab's gift, I noticed that it was this triangular, wooden, blue block that he had carved himself and given to me. About 8 inches long by 5 inches wide and 3 inches deep, a dark blue covering the annual rings, a red paint coloring the edges. Drab's terrible at gift-giving in real life; it didn't come as a shock that Drab would give something like this to me. What was most distinctive on the wedge, though, were the inscriptions. One face had written on it that it was a piece of the wood that he had used to build his house or apartment, that he had saved it to give to me (ugh). Another face read that he was sorry he forgot my birthday and hopes that this will make up for it (no). Another face had his attempts at stringing together meaningful words to try to butter me up (or make me feel extremely uncomfortable).
I refused to be so forgiving, and broke this spell, waking up with eyes dry from having left my contacts in my eyes before napping. UGH!!!
7.06.2008
pantagruel
I will have to say... taking the MCAT for something to do. Would you care to stand still with me and let the world fade away? That, or work on a farm for a while.
I do not bitch about vegetarian meals, I state the fact. They aren't filling. And... I think I've had my fill of tofu for a while along with sausage. I ate 3 blocks of tofu in the past 4 or 5 days. Anything firmer than silken tofu is disgusting at this point. Still, I could go for 豆腐花，豆脑，麻婆豆腐。
Randomly surfing facebook to waste time on my paper due in 7 hours. So I'm still a slacker. I don't like writing papers, especially for a bullshit class, but the topic seems interesting to an extent. Water pollution, sustainability.
My journey across facebook has led me to find out that Clare has a tumblr, that people are using my nicknames in conversation, that Janey is friends with Drab now (I'm going to have to reprimand her for that one tomorrow), that my cousin is back in LA, that I find myself critiquing people's faces.
Bubble butt.
I do not bitch about vegetarian meals, I state the fact. They aren't filling. And... I think I've had my fill of tofu for a while along with sausage. I ate 3 blocks of tofu in the past 4 or 5 days. Anything firmer than silken tofu is disgusting at this point. Still, I could go for 豆腐花，豆脑，麻婆豆腐。
Randomly surfing facebook to waste time on my paper due in 7 hours. So I'm still a slacker. I don't like writing papers, especially for a bullshit class, but the topic seems interesting to an extent. Water pollution, sustainability.
My journey across facebook has led me to find out that Clare has a tumblr, that people are using my nicknames in conversation, that Janey is friends with Drab now (I'm going to have to reprimand her for that one tomorrow), that my cousin is back in LA, that I find myself critiquing people's faces.
Bubble butt.
stagiare
Next weekend's probably doable. I'll be done with finals. Probably cancelling my other class- don't feel like taking any more classes this summer. Need to focus on MCATs.
Oh, Janey. Just like everyone else I know, thinking that I love them. The only reason I would ever lead you to believe that would be for me to crush you in the final moment so that your heart sinks into a bottomless depth of despair, preventing you from ever being able to trust anyone ever again. So it's fine with me if you want to keep deluding yourself. Enjoy while it lasts!
Review: Hillshire Farms Bratwursts. Greasy, fatty. Gross. Too much oil on the inside. Oscar Meyer turkey dogs, beef/pork dogs. Not moist enough. Too plain. maybe the organic chicken sausages will be more satisfying.
One of the more annoying things to happen to a person using contacts is when you chop up jalapenos the night before, but the capsaicin stays on your fingers. How do I get rid of it?! Maybe I'll try dipping my fingers in milk...
As soon as I see someone on Facebook who I know more than just as an acquaintance and is capable of chatting, I log off. Instinctual tick.
Oh, Janey. Just like everyone else I know, thinking that I love them. The only reason I would ever lead you to believe that would be for me to crush you in the final moment so that your heart sinks into a bottomless depth of despair, preventing you from ever being able to trust anyone ever again. So it's fine with me if you want to keep deluding yourself. Enjoy while it lasts!
Review: Hillshire Farms Bratwursts. Greasy, fatty. Gross. Too much oil on the inside. Oscar Meyer turkey dogs, beef/pork dogs. Not moist enough. Too plain. maybe the organic chicken sausages will be more satisfying.
One of the more annoying things to happen to a person using contacts is when you chop up jalapenos the night before, but the capsaicin stays on your fingers. How do I get rid of it?! Maybe I'll try dipping my fingers in milk...
As soon as I see someone on Facebook who I know more than just as an acquaintance and is capable of chatting, I log off. Instinctual tick.
7.05.2008
recherche
I AM talking about a German with a pointy hat! Now when you ask if "we" can get 小龙包 sometime soon, do you mean "we" inclusive, or are you just going to exclude me when the time comes? Because if it's the latter, don't bother inviting me right now. Haha and you didn't have to send me the yelp link. My specialty in any city I visit has always been Chinese food. I leave it up to the rest of you to figure out the other cuisines.
I don't even know what 御当たり means! Haha why don't you like laowai? I only used laowai because it appeared in my book. Speaking of...
Stayed up until 5:30AM reading it, and finally finished it after 265 pages. The Last Chinese Chef... GOD I LOVE CHINESE FOOD. The book could have been greater if they omitted the part where the food journey for the man and woman culminated into a night of passionate and sweaty sex. Gross! What a way to spoil my appetite. Then the narrative started making me daydream about these ridiculous romantic fantasies between me and particular people. Or person, rather.
What did I like about the book... obviously the food, and the depth at which they go to describe Chinese food culture and how it reminded me of my family. The levels at which Chinese food tries to excite the taste buds- texture, flavor, subtlety, complementarity, 鲜. How history has influenced what people ate, why people eat in groups, differences in Chinese versus American dining, how I've barely scratched the surface with Chinese food. Makes me want to visit China again just to eat what I missed last time.
I wonder if sex is that obstacle I have to overcome to make myself "complete." Probably not. I'm going to make a tofu/egg dish, a dipping sauce composed of jalapenos/soy sauce/oil, and napa in a white garlic sauce. Steamed rice.
Oh yeah, I should probably start on my paper. Anybody know of a good topic concerning the environment?
I don't even know what 御当たり means! Haha why don't you like laowai? I only used laowai because it appeared in my book. Speaking of...
Stayed up until 5:30AM reading it, and finally finished it after 265 pages. The Last Chinese Chef... GOD I LOVE CHINESE FOOD. The book could have been greater if they omitted the part where the food journey for the man and woman culminated into a night of passionate and sweaty sex. Gross! What a way to spoil my appetite. Then the narrative started making me daydream about these ridiculous romantic fantasies between me and particular people. Or person, rather.
What did I like about the book... obviously the food, and the depth at which they go to describe Chinese food culture and how it reminded me of my family. The levels at which Chinese food tries to excite the taste buds- texture, flavor, subtlety, complementarity, 鲜. How history has influenced what people ate, why people eat in groups, differences in Chinese versus American dining, how I've barely scratched the surface with Chinese food. Makes me want to visit China again just to eat what I missed last time.
I wonder if sex is that obstacle I have to overcome to make myself "complete." Probably not. I'm going to make a tofu/egg dish, a dipping sauce composed of jalapenos/soy sauce/oil, and napa in a white garlic sauce. Steamed rice.
Oh yeah, I should probably start on my paper. Anybody know of a good topic concerning the environment?
lexington
If you want to grab xiaolongbao, then you should reach me before I start my vegetarian diet. That'll be... after I finish all the sausage/bratwurst/hot dogs. So maybe by the end of this week.
I like it when my predictions about which relationships will fail end up failing. MMM! The world is right again.
Next book read: Julia Child: My Life in France. My other choices are limited to things about the brain, memory, science fiction, or relationships. Food seems to be the best option.
Weird articles about McCain. You people leave him alone! If he wants to be himself, let him be illiterate for all he wants. There's nothing wrong with a man his age not being able to read off a teleprompter...
I like it when my predictions about which relationships will fail end up failing. MMM! The world is right again.
Next book read: Julia Child: My Life in France. My other choices are limited to things about the brain, memory, science fiction, or relationships. Food seems to be the best option.
Weird articles about McCain. You people leave him alone! If he wants to be himself, let him be illiterate for all he wants. There's nothing wrong with a man his age not being able to read off a teleprompter...
老外
Every time I write an email to Kaiser, I somehow end up mulling over it for hours, proofreading, making sure it's the right amount of emotional detachment, the right wording, the right time to send it. I disgust myself.
Hilarious moment the other day- Janey claiming that I'm in love with her! HAHA, that's one of the best jokes I've heard all year. I burst out laughing every time I think about her accusing me of such an unrealistic situation. You offer someone a sex toy, and supposely they they think you like them, what's up with that?! Affirming self worth, HAHA!!! Oh women.
The inclination to talk dirty has been steadily increasing this summer. One more week of that infernal class. At least that's what I tell myself.
So this book: The Last Chinese Chef. The descriptions of Chinese food make my mouth water three times over. The relationships and beginning of a possible romance, not so much. So far half of the book is agreeable.
Tofu/Vegetarian diet- hajime. Does that mean start in Japanese? Start-O!
howdy.
howdy-do.
how-dya-do.
how-do-ya-do.
how-do-you-do?
Is that where howdy originated from?
Last year- I think I spent Independence Day with Heese, his mom, brother, and cousin.
Hilarious moment the other day- Janey claiming that I'm in love with her! HAHA, that's one of the best jokes I've heard all year. I burst out laughing every time I think about her accusing me of such an unrealistic situation. You offer someone a sex toy, and supposely they they think you like them, what's up with that?! Affirming self worth, HAHA!!! Oh women.
The inclination to talk dirty has been steadily increasing this summer. One more week of that infernal class. At least that's what I tell myself.
So this book: The Last Chinese Chef. The descriptions of Chinese food make my mouth water three times over. The relationships and beginning of a possible romance, not so much. So far half of the book is agreeable.
Tofu/Vegetarian diet- hajime. Does that mean start in Japanese? Start-O!
howdy.
howdy-do.
how-dya-do.
how-do-ya-do.
how-do-you-do?
Is that where howdy originated from?
Last year- I think I spent Independence Day with Heese, his mom, brother, and cousin.
7.04.2008
bangers and mash
Happy Independence Day?
Impulse shopping- I bought 44 units of hot dogs, frankfurters, sausages, bratwursts at Safeway for the fourth. Just kept seeing flavors I wanted to try- chicken apple, chicken spinach feta, mushroom chicken, etc. Funniest brand name I saw- probably British Bangers. They might have even had a funny slogan under, something about the weiners being bangin'. Getting disturbed by sex entering my life in my food. You can't get more phallic than a hot dog. Which is more suggestive, the banana, the pickle, or the brat? Is there anything food-wise that looks like a vagina?
I was very peopled out after last weekend, and I only spent 2/3 days with Hesse, 1/2 days with Clare, and less than a day with Leigh-Ugh/Drab. Really don't know how I lasted through junior year in the suite.
I'm looking through the pile of books that I supposedly ordered from Barnes and Noble, and I found this one book called The Last Chinese Chef. It's about some American woman going to China, falling in love with a Chinese American who's taking her on a journey through food. Why do I feel like I'm reading a romance novel catered to me?
The other books I'll have to go through are about brain, behavior, some other deep shit.
If you want a giant burrito, B-米, just come to SF! Yeah... I probably could have. My intestines had to push everything out to make room for that burrito.
No idea when I should start volunteering, researching, or doing crunches again. Still looking into those dance/bartending classes. Aiya what to do with my summer.
I know this much- I will be heading down to LA near the end of the month. Spend quality time with grandparents, relatives, etc.
Too tired to try to be witty- going to start on this Chinese Chef book. Night.
Impulse shopping- I bought 44 units of hot dogs, frankfurters, sausages, bratwursts at Safeway for the fourth. Just kept seeing flavors I wanted to try- chicken apple, chicken spinach feta, mushroom chicken, etc. Funniest brand name I saw- probably British Bangers. They might have even had a funny slogan under, something about the weiners being bangin'. Getting disturbed by sex entering my life in my food. You can't get more phallic than a hot dog. Which is more suggestive, the banana, the pickle, or the brat? Is there anything food-wise that looks like a vagina?
I was very peopled out after last weekend, and I only spent 2/3 days with Hesse, 1/2 days with Clare, and less than a day with Leigh-Ugh/Drab. Really don't know how I lasted through junior year in the suite.
I'm looking through the pile of books that I supposedly ordered from Barnes and Noble, and I found this one book called The Last Chinese Chef. It's about some American woman going to China, falling in love with a Chinese American who's taking her on a journey through food. Why do I feel like I'm reading a romance novel catered to me?
The other books I'll have to go through are about brain, behavior, some other deep shit.
If you want a giant burrito, B-米, just come to SF! Yeah... I probably could have. My intestines had to push everything out to make room for that burrito.
No idea when I should start volunteering, researching, or doing crunches again. Still looking into those dance/bartending classes. Aiya what to do with my summer.
I know this much- I will be heading down to LA near the end of the month. Spend quality time with grandparents, relatives, etc.
Too tired to try to be witty- going to start on this Chinese Chef book. Night.
7.02.2008
moringa
I don't think teeth-whitening would be very seductive- it might just show him that you're vain or have self-image issues. HAHA!
Reading this book on how to read people like a book. It's odd.
Dinner from last week?
Lemon Herb Chicken:
Creamy Rice?
Lunch from today: I bought this Macho Burrito from a restaurant down my street.
A representation of its actual size:
What's inside:
45 minutes or so later:
MMM! Actually it was just okay, only because it's about the same size as the Super Monster at Freebird's but 8 dollars cheaper.
Reading this book on how to read people like a book. It's odd.
Dinner from last week?
Lemon Herb Chicken:
Creamy Rice?
Lunch from today: I bought this Macho Burrito from a restaurant down my street.
A representation of its actual size:
What's inside:
45 minutes or so later:
MMM! Actually it was just okay, only because it's about the same size as the Super Monster at Freebird's but 8 dollars cheaper.
waif
After watching Wall-E last weekend, I was heading out the Westfield Shopping Center to meet up with Clare. Right at the entrance/exit, this lady was trying to push open the door by herself while trying to get her baby-and-carriage through. Nobody walking by bothered to help her- everyone just took the other doors because she was blocking that pathway. I walked outside and held the door for her.
This incessant ringing of the next door neighbor's doorbell was bothering me. After half an hour, nobody across the hallway would answer the ring. So I looked through my peephole to find the door open. I finally hear a phone ringing this time instead. I decided to go downstairs to let the person in. He locked himself out.
I question why I do things, whether I want to help people or just pity them.
What's a good cardiovascular exercise to do around town? I want to get rid of these love handles- don't want any love showing on or inside me.
Drinking messes up my sleep schedule. American Psycho intrigues me.
What would you do if you wanted to seduce someone?
Someone this time around was blaring the Backstreet Boys' "I want it that way," out of their car.
This incessant ringing of the next door neighbor's doorbell was bothering me. After half an hour, nobody across the hallway would answer the ring. So I looked through my peephole to find the door open. I finally hear a phone ringing this time instead. I decided to go downstairs to let the person in. He locked himself out.
I question why I do things, whether I want to help people or just pity them.
What's a good cardiovascular exercise to do around town? I want to get rid of these love handles- don't want any love showing on or inside me.
Drinking messes up my sleep schedule. American Psycho intrigues me.
What would you do if you wanted to seduce someone?
Someone this time around was blaring the Backstreet Boys' "I want it that way," out of their car.
7.01.2008
fecund
I think I caught something from one of Clare's friends- my lips have been dry since Sunday. I've been drinking tubs of water. Nothing.
In Human Sexuality today, the professor was talking about how you should not use two condoms because that increases the likelihood of the condoms breaking, therefore impregnating so and so, if you're a heterosexual couple.
That led my memory astray to a conversation I had with Drab Sunday where he said that he reused condoms (ew). My overactive imagination then painted a scene where I see Drab running to the bathroom, putting the used condom under running water, and then hanging it on a clothesline either outside or above the bathtub to air dry. Imagine a panoramic view where you see fresh linens, shirts, pants, underwear, fluttering in the wind. Along with drying condoms. I almost burst out laughing in class. Ugh.
Supposedly every man gets 3-4 erections at night. Noooooo. I feel like I'm doomed to having sex in my life in the future. I find things such as death or sharp knives more fascinating. The final state of non existence. Not sure why people fear death. Not existing for a while could be nice. Even if nothing happened after death, my consciousness wouldn't even exist for me to recognize that I'm not there anymore. This is not a pipe! Oh, and knives. I just like cutting things.
What is the average length of time for your sex sessions? Now are you overestimating or underestimating? How long do you think sex should last in one act?
In Human Sexuality today, the professor was talking about how you should not use two condoms because that increases the likelihood of the condoms breaking, therefore impregnating so and so, if you're a heterosexual couple.
That led my memory astray to a conversation I had with Drab Sunday where he said that he reused condoms (ew). My overactive imagination then painted a scene where I see Drab running to the bathroom, putting the used condom under running water, and then hanging it on a clothesline either outside or above the bathtub to air dry. Imagine a panoramic view where you see fresh linens, shirts, pants, underwear, fluttering in the wind. Along with drying condoms. I almost burst out laughing in class. Ugh.
Supposedly every man gets 3-4 erections at night. Noooooo. I feel like I'm doomed to having sex in my life in the future. I find things such as death or sharp knives more fascinating. The final state of non existence. Not sure why people fear death. Not existing for a while could be nice. Even if nothing happened after death, my consciousness wouldn't even exist for me to recognize that I'm not there anymore. This is not a pipe! Oh, and knives. I just like cutting things.
What is the average length of time for your sex sessions? Now are you overestimating or underestimating? How long do you think sex should last in one act?
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