uh, NO. I no like-a the drunk dial!
Why am I always on the receiving end of drunk calls? You know what's worse than getting a drunk dial at midnight from someone on the east coast? A drunk dial consisting of conversations with TWO drunk people on the east coast! Dwarfy and Nilk, what the hell?! Pasta at 3:30 in the morning?! Even though I approve of the food, calling me at such ungodly hours is unacceptable. Still, I managed to catch up- kind of- on their lives over on the east coast. More secrets spilling into my unfortunate ear from drunk people. The usual. Nilk better not be having inappropriate encounters with Korean women- we all know how THOSE usually turn out.
My mom thinks she's SO funny. She just ims me, even when nothing's wrong, asking me whether I've seen the doctor or not yet about my face. Crush her.
Nants: still in love, still grossing me out with that nonsense.
There is only one true love in this world, and it's that for food.
Haha, my baby cousins want me to move down to LA so that they can spend more time with me. SO CUTE. unlike those other brats on my grandmother's side of the family. They are just plain ugly. And what was even uglier? This Mandarin chick at the Lollicup I went to tonight with my cousin. I was asking about the ingredients that I could put in the shaved ice, except every time I looked up, I would lose my appetite from the appearance of this one Asian girl. Unibrow, slackjawed, blank stare in her eyes. It was horrendous. That, and she had no idea what any of the jellies/ingredients were. I give that Lollicup a D+, even though there was nothing positive about that experience. I'm going to draw that lady's face when I get back to SF. Hopefully. You'll have to remind me if you want a graphic representation of my experience.
Random encounters: Clare's rice website. Some designs were tasteful, others outdated, and a few I saw as imitations of other works.
Oh yes, and me trying to respond to comments:
Jalto- you did NOT just comment with "brog" in your comment. That's ALMOST as offensive as this Japanese woman at Orochon Ramen in Little Tokyo. I was shocked to actually find someone who incorrectly R-ticulates their L's. Overheard snippets at Orochon:
"Just a moment, PREASE." "PREASE sit down."
I couldn't help but laugh at fobs. It's a sad reality.
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Oh wow. I said something offensive. Just....wow. That's certainly never happened before.
I don't know, I actually talk like that for real now. Not to say that I have lost the ability to differentiate the two sounds, more that...it's fun?
Well, don't be too hard on me. I live in a country without political correctness. Selling land to "dirty Koreans" is occasionally still an issue here.
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