another trippy ass dream...

steve and i are running away from a few people because we were driving out of some park and we ran through someone's garden... then, we jumped into my car and as we were driving away, we ran over some of their green, green grass with a big old sign that said "KEEP OFF GRASS."

then they really started chasing us...

and steve was driving my car and i looked back and the guy was wielding a baseball bat and he throws it at my car... kinda like a javelin. and i'm watching it come towards the back window in slow mo....

comes through the back window, but when that happens, it turns into steve's car. and i catch the bat before it goes through the front windshield...

and that's all i remember... but it was super vivid when i woke up this morning....

wtf do my dreams mean?

i think i shouldn't watch zombie movies. heh.

d'oh! forgot to post this...

http://www.bushvchoice.com/trailerblog/crawford.swf

man! what a day!

this day has been far too hectic. my god. i think i set a record for the fewest posts in a day... well, for me, at least...

my voice is kinda hoarse from yelling at people all day. the people i have to deal with have a total of 6 brain cells...

i'm waiting for them to tell my boss i have a foul mouth... and then he will laugh and tell them that he taught me well.

my boss kicks ass.

i think i will learn how to make fried green tomatoes tonight. our tomato plant keeled over and more than half of our tomatoes got taken out... is there anything else you can do with green tomatoes? i dunno...

delirious... hungry... must go home...

my friend johnny introduced me to a word a while back: hangry - so hungry that you get angry with every little thing (or in my case, person).

i am hangry.

where's steve???? waiting for him to email me so we can go home... hrm...

just wanted to post this cool ass picture

my friend johnny, well, he's the coolest.

and ladies, i think he's still single. lemme know if you want to meet him. :)
he has great taste in music and movies... and he's funny as hell. (i was gonna say he's nice, but that's just the kiss of death...)

damn, i should become a professional pimp.

shaun of the dead

so, last night, i drank half of a bottle of wine and i got really, really drunk.

and i wrote this long-ass blog... and then when i tried to publish it, it didn't publish. that's okay, though. it's for the best. i'm sure i just wrote some dumbass shit.

we watched Shaun of the Dead last night. oh, man... i don't know if it was the wine, but what a great movie.... i guess it's based off of Dawn of the Dead, and some other zombie genre movies, which i've never seen, but i may need to now... it'll prolly make SotD even funnier. when steve told me it was a horror comedy, i had no idea what he was talking about... man, steve is the coolest.

things that kicked ass about this movie:

1. zombies. lots and lots of zombies.
2. british humor.
3. lucy davis (from the office, the most brilliant show ever) and look for a cameo from the guy who plays tim... i forgot his name... oh, martin freeman. gawd, i love imdb.
4. a ridiculously happy ending
5. zombie violence

everyone should watch it... everyone, goddamnit. i might have to watch it again. i don't remember nearly enough of it... i think i may need to get cut off from the bar... i hate being a lightweight (cheap date!).

it's so damned hard to find good help these days.

i stayed kind of late last night working on all this bullshit for month-end....

and then i get an email this morning telling me to disregard the file and to please use this new one. which is considerably different from the old file...

so i have to redo everything. and tell my customers to disregard it...

and i look like the fucking idiot who fucked up.

they're not even technically my customers. i don't get paid on this bullshit. i do all the fucking work and the sales guys get paid on it.

it's so goddamned frustrating knowing that these guys get paid at least twice what i do... hell, plus commission, it could be 3 - 4 times more.

ARGH! it's so painful! and i stayed late for effin' nothing!

*sigh*

"I'm very ashamed"~ article on salon.com by jeff horowitz

Another bombshell in the battle over Vietnam service that has been raging in the 2004 presidential race exploded on the Web Friday. In a video originally posted on the Web by a pro-Kerry organization in Austin, Texas, Ben Barnes, a former lieutenant governor of Texas, apologized for his role in getting a young George W. Bush into the Texas Air National Guard while young men who were not from prominent or wealthy families "died in Vietnam."

"Let's talk a minute about John Kerry and George Bush, and I know them both," said Barnes in the video, which was filmed at a gathering of about 200 Kerry supporters in Austin on May 27. "I got a young man named George W. Bush into the Texas National Guard when I was lieutenant governor, and I'm not necessarily proud of that. But I did it. I got a lot of other people in the National Guard because I thought that was what people should do when you're in office, and you help a lot of rich people."

"And I walked to the Vietnam Memorial the other day," Barnes continued, "and I looked at the names of the people that died in Vietnam, and I became more ashamed of myself than I have ever been, because it was the worst thing I ever did, was help a lot of wealthy supporters and a lot of people who had family names of importance get into the National Guard. And I'm very sorry about that, and I'm very ashamed, and I apologize to you as voters of Texas."

Barnes then condemned the Republican attacks on John Kerry's war service: "And I tell you that for the Republicans to jump on John Kerry and say that he is not a patriot after he went to Vietnam and was shot at and fought for our freedom and came back here and protested against the war, he's a flip-flopper, let me tell you: John Kerry is a 100 times better patriot than George Bush or Dick Cheney."

The video of Barnes was filmed by Todd Phelan and Mike Nicholson, organizers of a political group called Austin4Kerry. Phelan is currently an organizer for the Travis County Democrats. The video first appeared on the Austin4Kerry Web site on June 25, but was widely overlooked until Friday. The video also includes a separate interview conducted by the same two filmmakers in which Barnes speaks with admiration about Kerry's valor.

Phelan and Nicholson recall they were surprised by the candor of Barnes' remarks while they were filming him at the rally. "To be honest with you, my eyes lit up instantaneously," Phelan told Salon. "I looked at Mike, he looked at me, and it was like 'Did he just say that?'" But at the time, said Phelan, they did not think the video would create a stir. He suggested that the video suddenly became a Web phenomenon because of the heated swift boat controversy that has been fanned by supporters of Bush.

Barnes' story about Bush and the Air National Guard first broke in 1999 as the then Texas governor was mounting his first campaign for the presidency. Bush insisted at the time that neither he nor his father sought Barnes' assistance. "I can tell you what happened," said Bush. "Nothing happened. My Guard unit was looking for pilots and I flew for the Guard. I'm proud of my service and any allegation that my dad asked for special favors is simply not true ... I didn't ask anybody to help get me to the Guard either."

Barnes said at the time that it was a wealthy Bush family friend, a Houston oilman named Sidney Adger, who came to him with the request to help the younger Bush.

go fug yourself...

this is a pretty funny site... if you like to laugh at famous people...

which i like to do... because i'm jealous that they have tons of money and fabulous lifestyles and they don't fucking appreciate it.

bitches. all bitches.

my brother is so stupid

so, my bro got into a fight... the thought of my brother getting into a fist fight actually makes me laugh because he's such a baby.

and he lost all of his points. all of them. he's back down to zero and he's never going to get out of that school. with the money my parents have to spend at that school, they could've bought a fairly large house somewhere in the mid-west.

i have a bad feeling it's just going to be a waste of money.

i can't wait until he turns 18. asians don't typically kick their kids out of the house, but i hope my parents will... my parents babied him. he's such a brat.

new york state of mind

dj green lantern (self-proclaimed evil genius) put out a mixtape (mix cd?) of the beastie boys... it spans the beastie boys' career... from "License to Ill" to "To the 5 Boroughs."

To sum it up in two words: It RAWKS.

features redman, notorious b.i.g., busta, grandmaster flash...

if you love the beastie boys, you must have this cd. even if you just like the beastie boys, you should have this cd. buy it on his site.

score!

angelina scored me a gmail account! she's the coolest.
she rawks. i salute her.

and i was just telling steve i was going to whore myself out for one!

i'm never deleting another email again!

wooty woot!

NYC

man, why can't cool shit like this happen here???

i heart ny.

your place or mine? and dogville

watched 2 flicks this weekend...

your place or mine? is a cute romantic comedy. i wouldn't imagine it would do well as an american movie, but if you like asian movies and asian romantic comedies, you'll probably like this movie... it's cute and quirky... not much to say about it, really... not fabulous, not horrible. enjoyable if you're in the mood for something really light...

dogville ... uhm... i liked it more than i thought i would. it wasn't what i expected. shooting the whole movie in an indoor sound stage, gave me more of a feeling like i was watching a play instead of a movie...

however, it was a little difficult to watch. there are scenes in that movie that drag on for far too long. i mean, we get the point! we understand that nicole kidman's character is being tortured and treated poorly. we get it... move on... i started watching the movie about 1/3 of the way through it... the movie is 3 hours long. the 2 hours i watched, well... 2 hours gives you plenty of time for plenty of abuse. not to say that it's gory at all. it's not. but, man, do you feel bad for her.

at least she got her revenge in the end.

the director is a misogynist. i mean, just the fact that he seems to relish drawing out the abuse inflicted on the (always female) leads in his movies (not that i've seen his other movies)... and how bjork and nicole kidman got the hell away from him once their movies wrapped. and he said in an interview, "This is why I work so often with females. To give up control you have to trust somebody, and it's easier for me to convince females to do this, for some reason."

i don't know. anyway, the movie is disturbing in a way... good in some ways... not good in others. but i thought i would absolutely loathe it... but i didn't. worth a rent or a borrow... i'm glad i didn't see it in the theater. i think most people either love it or hate it... as for me, well, i'm indifferent. i liked it more than i thought i would, but i didn't LOVE it...

it was just a mediocre movie weekend, i guess.

got lynch?

so..... steve woke me up with some news...

there's a motivational seminar tour thingie (i just woke up... give me a minute...) coming to 2 venues near us... (no free advertising for them)... the lineup includes the usual motivational speakers.... you know: zig ziglar, christopher reeve, rudolph giuliani.... etc...

but, wait... there's more! jessica lynch is going to be there!

FUCK JESSICA LYNCH.

her topic is "perserverance." mmm, yeah. perserverance.... uhm... she was "rescued from an iraqi hospital" and ... she did diddly squat. wait, she must've done something! oh, that's right! she got captured.

now, i am in no way minimizing the severity of the attack she was in... but it's not like it was a combat mission... and i am in no way dissing the service men and women who are fighting for our country in a war they probably don't believe in ... i support our troops... they shouldn't have to be there at all... and it's not her fault that she was there to begin with...

HOWEVER

they are paying her tens of thousands of dollars to talk about..... her survival... that she doesn't fucking remember.

mmm, yeah.

here's an excerpt:

Survival is a Choice.

Private Jessica Lynch astonished the world when she survived the unthinkable and was rescued from Iraqi capture. you will be amazed as she share the key strategies that she used to survive and thrive in the most brutal of circumstances.

- How to win against all odds
- Developing the disciplines of a survivor
- How to eliminate fear and amplify confidence
- Resolving crisis: 3 tactics that get results
- How you can solve impossible problems

WTF is that all about? when she survived the unthinkable? she wasn't treated poorly. she was RESCUED! if they want to get a motivational speaker, get someone who actually faced combat. or someone who actually rescued her! how about that! get a REAL war veteran. not some stupid little girl who doesn't remember shit about what happened!

how to win against all odds? she lay in bed. it's not like SHE ESCAPED. i'm sure she was scared while she was in the hospital... but she did nothing truly heroic. i know some people might say, all our service men and women are heros just for serving their country, yadda, yadda, yadda.

yes, bless their hearts... but, not all of them go into the service because they just want to serve their country. they go in it because they want to go to college. or they want to travel the world. or other selfish reasons. they're human, too. we all do selfish ass shit under the guise of doing something noble. there are risks involved to joining the forces... she CHOSE to join. it's not like she was drafted or something.

there are so many other women out there to fill the slot of being the token woman on a motivation tour.

this shit just makes me sick. she should be paying every single person out there who goes to this seminar for showing up to see her. the promoters of this tour should give everyone a partial refund back just for showing up to see ms. lynch.

BITCH!

i just found out 11/9 is a TUESDAY. fuck. not only are tuesdays my worst day at work and i HAVE to show up to work on all tuesdays... even if i'm on my goddamned deathbed... but that's also the second cooking class date. damn. that better be a good damned class. i guess halo's waiting... i told steve that he couldn't play without me cuz i'm his backup gunman... he just laughed at me. jerk.

guerilla marketing tactics

check out microsoft's marketing for halo 2. man, this game better be worth the wait... so, steve says he's getting me a "spa day" for november 9th. damn, that's messed up. what if i want to play, too???? why do boys always get the cool stuff? i'm taking the day off work. i've been waiting since 4/4/04 to get my hands on this damn game. bastards.

strangely enough...

uhm... i dunno.. maybe they just weren't meant to be...

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=573&e=4&u=/nm/odd_safrica_wedding_dc

googlism

i was expecting all the god stuff... but the transsexual threw me for a loop :P
according to googlism:

grace is for transsexuals too
grace is the "update" program
grace is joined with
grace is gone
grace is no entitlement
grace is the key
grace is of god
grace is enough for me
grace is no longer hosted at this location
grace is the word
grace is an article brought to you by bob yandian
grace is not a thorn
grace is sufficient" by karen
grace is in
grace is sufficient lyrics
grace is gone lyrics
grace is proud to offer this new feature
grace is
grace is gray
grace is a support group for wives of husbands that are
grace is sufficient"
grace is born 6
grace is suffcient by johnnie chatham
grace is first in her class
grace is sufficient for thee"
grace is simple
grace is sure and steadfast
grace is my favorite
grace is irresistible
grace is constantly working
grace is sufficient for thee
grace is sufficient
grace is for transsexuals too enter
grace is not her middle name
grace is gone dave matthews band
grace is a wysiwyg 2d plotting tool for the x window system and m*tif
grace is sufficient for you
grace is inadequate for salvation
grace is the ocean' is a collection of songs written by joe over the last 15 years
grace is the ocean
grace is part of a home
grace is published monthly by kevin and carla christensen with the help of our children
grace is born
grace is the "update" program
grace is joined with wrinkles
grace is about abiding and continuing in god's goodness
grace is the path to eternal lifegrace is sufficient for me
grace is still amazing
grace is the password that god uses to give us access to the gift of salvation
grace is everything god is free to do for us
grace is sufficient by karen lollis
grace is when a race is run
grace is gone neon shines through smoky eyes tonight it?s 2 am
grace is not just getting what you don't deserve
grace is able to build us up and sanctify us
grace is sufficient for grammy winner carol cymbala
grace is everywhere reflections of an aspiring monk james stephen behrens 147 pages acta publications
grace is gone' by lindsay anne mckenziegrace is a support group for wives of husbands that are struggling or have in the past struggled with sexual purity
grace is sufficient by today's standards
grace is sufficient february 25
grace is always sufficient
grace is sufficient" freedom from homosexuality & walking with jesus while living with aids
grace is god?s unmerited favor given to undeserving mangrace is enough
grace is the weight of the world
grace is a beautiful privilege 65 that has recently moved from private ownership to charter yacht service
grace is a stategrace is sufficient for thee"
grace is a concept
grace is sufficient for us
grace is long on gall
grace is amazing by nolefan1942
grace is living a good life because we are loved
grace is a generator of direct manipulation editors for graph
grace is the life of god in the soul of man
grace is the desire and the power that god gives us to do his willgrace is god ?going overboard? with love for us
grace is a peace site
grace is constantly working to enhance the effectiveness and efficiency of our service to you
grace is and what it does and creates
grace is bestowed in this sacrament? objection 1
grace is everywhere
grace is worth contemplating because even a small sense of its meaning can help one experience it and know how it fits into the picture
grace is sufficient when a day seems to be gloomy
grace is that which gives joy
grace is amazing
grace is god's favor towards us
grace is and what it isn't
grace is a free gift
grace is when i realize how blessed i am that i can get to the top of the stairs at all
grace is gone neon shines through smokey eyes tonight it's 2 am
grace is in place
grace is unmerited favor

ARGH!!!!

my company's weird... the last friday of every month, as well as the last calendar day of the month are both considered month-end.

i'm going to kill someone here.

i'm far too busy for my neck pain today.

going to my chiropractor tonight and then an acupressurist tomorrow.

i have too many travel plans coming up! i can't be injured!!!!

uhm.... can't think of a title...

i feel better now... my neck still hurts, but i think getting all that crap written down helped...

thanks for the kind words, everyone... though, we all know i can be a real shit.

random image

steve's friend sends out a random image, maybe weekly or so... here's todays... read below for steve's fucked up comments. i heart my husband... :D



comment #1: i thought mel and stan's wedding wasn't until next month?! :P
comment #2: i think that's stan right there in the middle, isn't it? about the right height :P

on a very, very personal note...

*warning: this is a longass post...*

it probably won't even make any sense. i don't even know where to begin.

i've always looked up to her. i was only 9 and she was only 14, but to this day, i always think of her as being older. she just seemed so much more mature than i was at 14. hell, even now at 27. she just had this sensibility about her. she knew what she was doing and she knew what she wanted and where she wanted to go. maybe it just seemed that way because i was young. i dunno.

my dad used to make her practice violin every morning at 5am. to this day, my dad can sing the note needed to tune the violin. i think it's an A. i can't remember anymore. fuck. i'm losing my mind. it's funny. he doesn't need a piano or tuner or anything. he can just do it. she played with this children's orchestra. the conductor was yo-yo ma's sister. now, that's a musical family. i used to go sometimes with her to the rehearsals. those kids were all frighteningly good.

after my sister died, my parents never pushed me to do anything again. i can barely read notes anymore, let alone actually play piano.

and when my sister was gone, i thought i was going to replace her. i was going to go to the best schools (in nyc, if you want to get into stuyvesant, brooklyn tech or bronx science, apparently you need to take some sort of entrace exam? i dunno. anyway, yeah... she took a test and got the highest score in her school to get into stuy.), take up violin, become a lawyer, and then a judge, and rule the mother fucking world. so funny. you just don't know what the world's like when you're a kid... heh. i just didn't have the determination that she did either. i have no follow-through. i get excited about something and i do it a lot... and then never again. i don't have the talent, either. man. this post is no good for my ego.

my younger siblings were no mistake. everyone always makes jokes about them being accidents because of the differences in age between me and them (my sister is 17, my brother is 16). my older sister passed away in august of 1986. my sister was born june of 1987, my brother in june the year after. only 51 weeks separate their birthdays. my parents needed to have 2 kids to make up for the heartbreak of losing their daughter.

there's so much i wanna say about her. but... my mind's jumping all around and i can't focus on anything.

i miss her. i wish i had her when i was growing up. i would've listened to her. i looked up to her so much. i wanted to be smart like her, tall like her, talented like her, funny like her...

not to say that she was perfect. she had a worse temper than i do. i feared her temper. any little thing i said or did, she would snap at me. just lose it. looking back, i think it was because my parents put her under so much pressure to do well.

because she wasn't around anymore, my dad started having me correct the english in all of his correspondence. any letter that went out, i would have to fix. it's funny. i resented my sister for burdening me with this, but at the same time, i wanted to help him. but, i was only 9. i think i would cringe if i looked back at those letters now. i'm sure i used big words that really didn't work, but i thought it would make him sound more important if he used them. aw, gawd. how awful. and i resent my kid sister and brother for not taking over once i got into college... i mean, if i could do it, couldn't they?

but i love them, too... i know i shouldn't dwell on what's gone. i should be there for my brother and sister. my bro makes it hard to be there for him. he pushes everyone away. everyone except his "friends." i don't have too much in common with my sister, but i love her a lot. i was pretty mean to them growing up. i guess i was sad because i didn't get a full childhood. i was the live-in babysitter and maid. though, i know my parents didn't mean to treat me that way. they just needed my help. having small children that close in age has got to be difficult.

the summer she died, she was visiting relatives in california. my parents sent her out here to celebrate her entry in stuy. that was the summer she actually started to take an interest in me. before this, she only ignored me or yelled at me. the last conversation we had, we were sitting on the stairs inside and she was teasing me about my small nose and then she asked me if i liked any boys and i started giggling uncontrollably. i couldn't answer... so she told me to scrunch up my nose once for no and twice for yes. i got my nose wrinkled once, but after that i kept on laughing and couldn't do it again. and we were laughing...

i miss her how she was then... and i miss her for all the things we missed out on together.

she was the brightest star in our family... i oftentimes think that it should've been me. and it's sad... and after my cousin died, i got that distinct feeling again that it should've been me. these beautiful, beautiful people should've been spared. they had such bright futures... i don't believe i would've been missed as much as these two.

if she lived, we might still be living in ny, i'd be a different person, my parents would be different... i wouldn't have my brother and sister... i would never have met the most fabulous man in the world... but, i can't help but wish she was there at my graduations, my wedding, holidays...

and i'm afraid to get too close to my members of my family. i feel like i have a curse. not that i'm really superstitious or anything. my sister, my grandma, my favorite uncle, my favorite cousin... i have a cousin here with a beautiful baby girl. in a way i'm afraid to get close to her. she does wear me out because she's hyperactive, but there's something else besides that. i feel like it will be my fault if anything happens... out of the 3 families on my dad's side, 2 of the families have suffered the loss of a child. the last is sophia's family. if anything were to happen to her, i really think it will be because of me...

and i'm afraid to have my own children. besides the obvious (i have a foul mouth; i'm crude, rude and mean; i have a short fuse; and the list goes on and on) the genes run really strong on my side. what if our kids turn out to be fuckups? or what if something bad happens. i'm not certain i'd have the strength to get through it like my parents did. i'm not certain i could just go on. not talking about suicide or anything. i just mean, i don't think i could get through the depression... and if i had a surviving child, i wouldn't want to have more kids to fill my void and make them feel alone.

i don't fucking know. i don't fucking know. i don't fucking know.

i miss angela. i miss joe.
joe's 28th birthday's coming up. fuck. i still haven't opened his cd johnny gave me at the funeral. i just don't have the heart. i don't know if i ever will.

joe's bro, dan, told me a long time ago that when he was at his lowest, all he wanted to do was call angela on the phone... and he knew everything would've been all right. and that's how i felt about joe. even though we lived far away from each other, i always had joe. he was always MY cousin. no matter what happened in our families, we had each other... but at his funeral, i had no one. should've been me.

i'm a wreck today. i guess i was thinking of angela and i started thinking of joe and well, this just isn't my day. i'm really not trying to whine. i'm not saying anyone should feel sorry for me or what our family's been through. i just... wanted to write about them. and i guess i feel like shit for having forgotten that day...

goddamn. i loved them. and i still do.


i haven't had a dream about them in a while... but i had one about angela last night... we were walking around my college, walking through the dorms. grainger hall had really steep, steep steps. there were wet paint signs all over the staircase and the stairs had just been painted in a green, but it was dry.

the stairwell was crammed full of people from my 8th grade class. jeaneil, julie, abigail, jonny, todd, troy, danny, armond.... they all looked like they did in the 8th grade with the big hair and bad clothes. heh. we were squeezing past them...

we walked out of grainger and went to newton hall. except newton hall was split in two... we were walking down the hall in one and psycho was there, walking down the other hall. it was like a mirror reflection, except it was his face, instead of mine or angela's. and then psycho said, "i should've gotten together with your sister instead. we would've been much better together." or something to that effect. (that's actually something he said to me. what a fucking psycho... talking about someone's dead sister like that.)

we sat down in a room and he sat down across the way just staring at us with that hateful look on his face that i know so well. his crazy best friend came into our room and just sat there. he was fucked up out of his mind and then just lay down flat on his back. we both looked at each other and she touched my head. i had dandruff.

we both got up and started walking again... and it was a moving sidewalk, but it was going the other direction, but even though we were walking slow, we were still moving fast in the direction we wanted to go...

don't ask me wtf it meant. i'm still concerned about the dandruff... heh.

sometimes i just want to forget them.

crap mood

i've been in a crappy mood yesterday and a little today...

yesterday, i was reading the recovering angry white chick's diary and she has some song lyrics on it. 'my sister' by juliana hatfield. and i realized something awful. this is the first time in 18 years that i have forgotten the anniversary of my sister's death.

and fuck. i just checked my blog to see what it said... and i was bitching at my mom because she couldn't send out an email. fuck, i'm such a bitch.

i hate myself right now... i am the worst person in the world. i deserve to be flogged or something.

i dunno. these last few weeks have been weird for me. i have no grasp of what's going on from day to day. it just flies by. every day i'm shocked, just shocked that it's that day.. for instance, i can't believe it's the end of august. and a couple of weeks ago, i couldn't believe that it was already august... etc...

so, the feelings of self-loathing coupled with the return of my neck pain... yeah, i'm in a foul mood today.

talk about ripping them a new one...

i copied this from an email i got forwarded. dunno if it's true or not. if it is, it's pretty damned funny. supposedly from a group called the waxwings regarding their record release show:

Dean, Kevin, Dom & Jim,

Your "Record Release" show was an absolute embarrassment! Every single aspect of that show was chump! I CANNOT fucking believe that you did not take that show seriously!!! That was your RECORD RELEASE show! Let me say that again . . . THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING RECORD RELEASE SHOW!!! IN YOUR HOME FUCKING TOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was your FIRST show putting your new record on a platform! AND AT HOME!!!

Your set was flat out HORRIBLE! Unrehearsed and sloppy. How the fuck can that show have not been so important??? You were an embarrassment to me AND to yourselves! YOU HAD MONTHS TO MAKE THAT THE BEST FUCKIN SHOW YOU HAVE EVER PLAYED!!! AND don't give me none of that bulllllllshit about Jim's wrist. He could have been playing only the kick drum and shaker during rehearsals. You had MONTHS to knock the fuck out of the people at that show. Instead you perform like a fuckin' half ass cover band! You play to ONLY 300 people at your home town RECORD RELEASE show and 80% of them were at the bar in the back by the end of your set, if in the building at all! AND this is ALSO the VERY FIRST DAY any of your family, friends and fans can see your record . . . and you ONLY SELL 30 COPIES????!!!!!!!!! What the fuck is that!!!! Your set was so fuckin' bad, that only 30 out of 300 people wanted to own your new record after what they just saw!!! I’d also bet money that most of those people bought your cd BEFORE the show!

Your set was not even close to tight! And you think you should be getting the attention The White Stripes get?? What a fuckin' JOKE!!! What you did that night was the furthest thing from Rock 'n Roll I have EVER witnessed in ALL my years in this business!!! How you could not take that show seriously absolutely baffles me! You want your artistic freedom? Fine, then show me whatcha got and lay it the fuck on me . . . instead I stood there DISGUSTED!!! This is the band I spent over $200,000 on of MY MONEY?? When I ONLY had to spend $20,000??? Not to mention the fuckin number of hours I have spent mentoring you!!!

Strike 1: Soundman!
You are having your RECORD RELEASE show in your HOME town! Did it ever occur to you boys that MAYBE, JUST MAYBE it would be WISE to choose a soundman that actually KNOWS your record??? The one that you just finished??? He made you guys sound like SHIT!!! EVERY SINGLE thing was EQ'd and mixed wrong! Starting with NO REVERB on any vocals!!! Any fucking band that can sing with no reverb??? Not to mention, he made your voices sound all wrong. Dom's vocal was EQ'd way too bright, Dean's as usual sounded like mud, Kevin were you just mouthing the words up there?? Then Dean, you are playing an amp that sounds like shit! Your fuckin' AC30 is the ONLY amp you should play in my opinion! Don't give me the fuckin' schematics of it either! Get the fuckin' thing fixed! Kevin, your bass sounded undefined and muddy. Jim, if everyone stopped playing but you, and I closed my eyes, I would have guessed I was listening to Poison in '87! The kick couldn't have been any boomier and the snare sounded like fuckin' shotguns with a faint tickle of your symbols. Keyboards?? Percussion?? You should be proud that you paid them $100 of YOUR money just to be on stage, cause you sure as fuck couldn't hear 'em! How many times have I warned you guys about soundmen? I even told you what to say to them!!! You should have chosen the soundman and made triple sure that he knew your new album inside and out!!!

Strike 2: Mick Jagger wouldn't be hangin' out in the club before HIS RECORD RELEASE show! Make a fuckin' statement!!! Your faces should not have been seen for ONE SECOND before you took that stage! Do you think the Rolling Stones would be walkin' around minglin' in the crowd before their RECORD RELEASE show?? Do you think Jack White would be caught dead in the crowd before he takes the stage?? Bush leagues!!! Dean, you're just fuckin' hangin' out by the fuckin' entrance before the show, AND SOMETIMES ALONE! PATHETIC!!! A REAL Rock 'n Roll band would have been backstage getting psyched up for the greatest show of their entire lives!!! Then take the stage uniformly and immediately lay into the set. Also noting that they would have informed the guy at the lights to keep the stage pitch black until he hears the intro to the first song! Then, what REAL Rock 'n Roll bands do is mingle AFTER the show, listening to all the fans rave about them instead of making excuses!

Strike 3: Nice Set!
If you want to play the whole record in it's entirety, fine, then FUCKIN' PLAY US THE GOD DAMNED RECORD!!! Play us that record SO FUCKIN' GOOD that EVERYONE buys one after the show! Not only does everyone buy it, but they go home and tell 2 friends how fuckin' amazing you were while feeling LUCKY to have a copy of album BEFORE it comes out! Then the next time you play it fuckin' sells out. There IS A FUCKIN' REASON why the White Stripes are exploding! Cause they are a fuckin' great Rock 'n Roll band. They pay great attention to ALL of these details! The shit doesn't just fall into their laps for free!!! If you choose to play the record in sequence, then you should have made that show sound as if they were listening to that record LIVE!!! I would have made every aspect of the live set absolutely flawless, even down to the horns!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, by the way Kevin, that was real pro of you to use the word FUCK about 12 times in 3 sentences on that pathetic thing you would have called an encore (which was undeserved I might add!). 80% of the whole fuckin' crowd lost interest!!! Fuck man, if you weren't my band I would have left! In fact, I fuckin' should have walked out!! Great addition too bringing in 2 extra people that look ABSOLUTELY BORED on stage!!! The fuckin' guy playing keyboards even put his fuckin' head down DURING THE FUCKIN' SET!!! Oh by the way, the guys at 89X and the Riff were really impressed with the show, or I should say the 4 songs they actually stayed for! I sure the fuck hope that writer who is planning the feature on you there didn't witness that horseshit! If so, you can kiss that cover story goodbye . . . I sure as shit hope that writer from MOJO wasn't there either! And I bet Jack White just can't wait to ask you out on the road now . . .

Strike 4: Never admit you suck!
Dean, you actually apologized ON STAGE for being unrehearsed at your own fucking RECORD RELEASE show!!! You apologized for sucking!!!???????? That ain’t Rock ‘n Roll man! I’m quite sure I wasn’t the only one in the crowd thinking, if they are unrehearsed for this show, when the fuck are they EVER gonna be??

Strike Umpteen:
It's your fuckin' RECORD RELEASE show!!! How bout some fuckin' self promotion!!! Or are you guys above that?? Your attitude sure the fuck points in that direction! Plaster flyers all over town, tell every mother fuckin' person you know to come to your show cause you don't want to miss this one! Build some fuckin' anticipation!!! YOU fuckin' do it!!! You expect people to buy tons of your records when you perform like that?? All Billy and I have heard for months is how you can do it on your own . . . you DEMAND that you are making a statement with your records. Yet you don't take the biggest show of your career seriously??!!!! Who the fuck are you???? You have sold less than 10,000 records! Instead of gettin' fuckin' drunk every night hangin' out in the scene, your asses should have been in your basement fucking rehearsing!!! You have become completely lackadaisical in every aspect of your career! You turn shit into me late . . . if ever, you cancel PAYING gigs last minute and piss off the clubs that were there supporting you from the beginning . . . You fuckin' have the balls to play the poor pitiful routinecause you don't have any money, yet you have the leisure to turn down money??!!! And don't be handin' me anymore of that bullshit about Jim's wrist . . . figure it out . . . or fuckin' have the courtesy to let the club know sooner! It wasn't long ago that you guys were making fun of The Chamber Stings for doing the absolute same shit!! It takes you 4 FUCKING MONTHS to finish the master! While you give ME attitude, in the tone of a threat, that the record has to be released in March! You don't fuckin' communicate with anyone, let alone yourselves . . . Dean you just dropped off the face of the fuckin' earth during the SET UP of your record!!! Then you guys turn in fuckin' shitty photos last minute to me that will actually run and be seen by others. AND I STILL am yet to see the negatives!! I just got a call from Roe telling me that you guys told him to call me about getting paid for the artwork. That shit HAS to be pre-approved! You NEVER told me he was charging me. If so, I would not have agreed, and I would have had you do it with my guy. I ain't gonna fuckin' pay him!

This is the way you choose to represent yourselves??? You guys think that you don't need me and can do it all yourselves . . . well, keep it up and before you know it, you'll all be PERMANENTLY working schlep jobs!!!

THAT WAS NOT ROCK 'N ROLL!!!!!!!

Aste Del a Vomit,
Bob
P.S. YOU BETTER NOT FUCKIN' EMBARRASS ME AND YOURSELVES AGAIN in MY home town!!!

i heart jude law

i found this on ultragrrl's site.

oh, man. he, uhm... i mean, that movie looks kickass!

our lovely, lovely city

do all cities (i use that loosely. it's a suburb, through and through) have city insects and city vegetables?

i just found out that our city veggie was asparagus (mmmm) and the city insect was a western swallowtail butterfly.

tried to find a pic of the western swallowtail butterfly, but i'm not sure if it's the same thing as the western tiger swallowtail butterfly.

people are disgusting

why can't people wait in the bathroom to make sure that their piss/shit/toilet seat covers are flushed before leaving?

for the love of god, why?

asian flicks

i heard that universal (i think... someone correct me, if i'm wrong) is going to do a remake of oldboy. imdb has some spoilers so if you haven't seen it and you don't wanna know what happens, don't read any of the posts.

the more i think about it, the more i like it... that was a kickass flick. makes me feel all patriotic about the motherland... and i rarely feel patriotic about korea. (my mother would cry if she read that.)

there were some amazing scenes in that movie... and quite a few disturbing ones...

i really hope universal doesn't fuck it up.

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finally saw an ad for hero... miramax takes for fucking ever! this has got to be one of the more amazing movies i've ever seen. it's got everything: drama, sex, intrigue, conspiracy, beautifully choreographed fight scenes... and the colors are absolutely breathtaking. it's beautiful.

it's about damned time it came out.

fucktards!

man, i hate it when people come by your cube just to chit chat to you about their stupid lives. i even took down all my shit off the walls so people would stop just coming by to waste my goddamned time.

I WANT TO WASTE MY TIME! NOT HAVE IT WASTED FOR ME! jeezus.

the worst is when it's just some guy that wants to flirt with you. and i'm giving him all the non-verbal signals that scream out, "i'm not interested in talking to you! get the fuck away from me!"
and then they think of more shit to talk about. leave me the fuck alone.

it's not like i'm nice to them, either. what a bunch of masochists.

man, i hate people.

hey, i'm having deja vu. i must've posted something about this already. oh, well... it's a constant issue for me. i gotta stop working for da man.

2 out of 3 ain't bad...

of course it depends what you're talking about.

i guess i'm just in a not so good mood today... 2 out of the 3 posts make me sound completely psychotic.

so just to clear things up:

yes, i can be crazy... in good and bad ways.
yes, i'm a little stress monkey, but i'm much better now than i used to be.
yes, i have a leeeeetle temper problem, but i usually only take it out on work folk or people on the road.
yes, i'm a bitch, but i'm loyal to my friends... unless they prove to be disloyal to me at which point i drop 'em like a hooker drops her panties.
yes, i dislike people, except for the very few i do like.

and there are a host of other contradictory statements i could make, but i don't feel like it right now.

man, another fucked up dream

i was writing in a friend's blog about this jerk boyfriend she has... and i just remembered last night's dream.

i wasn't married to The Most Fabulous Man in the world as i am in real life. we were dating. but then Psycho came back into my life. and for some reason, i couldn't just tell Psycho off and get rid of him. so Psycho took it as a sign that i wanted him around. and then steve thought that i didn't want him anymore so he left me. and i didn't want him to, but he left because he thought i'd chosen Psycho. now, we all know that i would NEVER fucking do that in real life. i would make it clear that i wouldn't want to have anything to do with Psycho. i have no idea where this dream came from.

and it was weird. we were in a log cabin or something and he was acting like a normal human being instead of a monster. it was well, creepy. and i knew something bad was going to happen. i knew it was a dream, but i couldn't wake up. and because nothing horrible was happening, i didn't make any noises, i guess... usually, steve wakes me up when i make those nightmare noises.

and Psycho kept on trying to convince me that he'd changed and i was really paranoid and scared. and steve wasn't in the house, he was lurking outside, but i couldn't leave the house for some reason. and steve wasn't making a move to come inside. so this whole dream was me being scared in some cabin, Psycho inside acting like a normal person, and steve outside.

what a fucked up dream. even though nothing really happened, i'm still disturbed. i guess whenever Psycho enters my dreams, i get disturbed. it's just so wrong. fuck. i wish he'd die already.

normally when i have dreams about Psycho, they're of him chasing me or threatening me or whatever... awful nightmares... and sometimes he's singing "Half a Person" by the Smiths.

Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail....

it's coming up on 6 years now. i'm just a little scared. not the kind of fear that paralyzes you, but it's just a tad unnerving.

i love that song and i try not to let him ruin it for me. but he's a big smiths fan, too. it wouldn't be unlike his melodramatic personality to wait for six years just to make it poetic.

what a fucking psycho. and i'm a goddamned headcase because of him.
believe it or not, i'm so much better now than i used to be! hehe...

the girl next door

for the record, i think elisha cuthbert could possibly be the world's most overrated actress. maybe it was the content she was given to work with, but damn... all of her lines were really, really annoying in this flick... which is basically a teen boy's fantasy about a porn star moving in next door. seriously, the movie got WAY better once she had fewer lines and was just there as scenery.

the acting was pretty bad, especially elisha cuthbert's... there were some pretty funny lines. some pretty funny gags... i liked timothy olyphant as kelly, the sleazoid porn director... emile hirsch is pretty cute after about 30 minutes into the movie. he plays the outcast nerd pretty well... then again, i'm just partial to nerds and geeks. his nerd friends are funny, too.

unless you're about 15 or 16 (or pretty much any male, really... no offense) i would suggest against watching the movie... well, you could watch it if you feel like watching a dumbed down, watered down teen "comedy," but you'd have to be in the mood for it. don't expect any intelligent dialogue or moving performances from this lot.

at least i didn't waste my entire night watching it.

anger management

i have an issue with road rage. it's not so bad that i'd follow someone home and bash their head in with a crowbar and stomp on their throat, but i've definitely fantasized about it... it usually hits and passes within 30 seconds or so... but inevitably, someone else will piss me off... so the ride to work is usually 15-20 minutes of me being pissed off and yelling and cursing... uhm, i have a bad temper.

but, even when i'm not driving, i yell at drivers...

steve and i are in the car on the way to work this morning... and this big ass GMC pickup truck is cutting people off all over the road.

so i yell, "blonde republican bitch!" at least the windows were up this time... but, i have no idea where that came from and what her being republican has to do with her cutting people off... it's like it just comes out and i can't help it.

i told steve that i was just scared... i mean, when i'm afraid, i react with hostility. i don't think he's buying it.

deep lyrics...

increasingly, i've come across blogs with lyrics on them. typically, they're sensitive, emotional, deep, thought-provoking, and/or inspirational...

so, i'll give it a go, as well....
this is as deep as i wanna get :P

all day, in my mind
i replay the second time we chimed
so sweet, what a treat, sensuelle [yes it's pronounced to rhyme with swell...]
skin on skin is swingingly swell

fat treasures
don't compare to our pleasures
kissing and suckling,
the boots come unbuckling
enter sexual altered states
no sleep uhm, we're stayin' awake

the music connects us
the rubber protects us
and what the neighbors think
just doesn't affect us

check my spot
and dig my swirl
i'm a liberated girl

i need your lovin'
i want your love
i'll be your friend
i'll be your lover
i'll be your friend

against me your body's pressed
i want to hug and kiss you and all the rest
forget your troubles, ills and aches
and like an earthquake
our body shakes

just turn up the frogger bass
and enter sexual altered state
*repeat*

take off your shirt
i'll take off my bra
a rub a dub lovin' until you say ahhhh...

keep holding on until you say ahhh
*repeat 2x*

your smile's as big as the brooklyn bridge
you rock me like no one ever did
live and let livin'
trippin' not slippin'

chewin' on a chiclet
make me wanna knee dip
let me roll my full hips

rolling philly's actin' silly
hippy spliffy
made ya lick your lippy
our love a dub rubbin'
is king size trippy

keep holdin' on until you say ahhh...

not sure if those lyrics are all correct... but pretty damned close. now i'm going to have to look up the lyrics at home.

Say Ahhh... by Deee-Lite off their Dewdrops in the Garden album. BUY IT. it was overlooked and underrated... and lady kier's voice is SEXY as HELL... even though this cd is 10 years old, the beats are NOT dated... still as fresh as the day it came out... better than a lot of the shit you hear today. this cd makes you wanna get up on the dance floor and dance and sweat and make out with somebody :D well, somebody good looking...

i need to take a break cuz working is for suckers.

steve burned me a cd with tons of music on it cuz my scion xA comes standard with an mp3 player... and the music keeps on playing on and on...

so, i now have this kickass cd in my car...

stanton warriors, bjork, sandra collins, beastie boys (we're going to see them 9/14 in long beach... oh, and in new orleans 10/16-17), boards of canada, hrm... i could've sworn there was something else... what was it... hrm... too much damn music for me to remember! was it oakenfold? damn. i really can't remember...

the stanton warriors and sandra collins are both essential mixes from the best damn radio station on the planet.

uuufff. i should've brought my cd into work with me... oh well... i'm too lazy to go to my car to get it. hehe.

steve's the best! :D

*update: the cd also has krust and the stork (kickass drum and bass dj) on it... check him out if you're into d'n'b at all... thanks for reminding me... i couldn't remember it all... uuuf.*

baaad feeling.

i think i'm going to be here late... ufff. i hope not, though... *sigh*

karaoke revolution

damn. i didn't unlock anymore outfits... i think i unlocked them all... maybe.

but i did unlock funny ass videos of tone deaf people singing along to the songs... there was only one girl who was actually pretty good, and even she got screwed up on the timing... funny stuff...
i have got to unlock 'ladies night.' mostly because jon lovitz in the wedding singer is so goddamned funny and every time i hear that song, i think of him singing the song and i start cracking up. if you've never watched it completely fucked up (take that how you will), that is something you must do before you die.

speaking of the wedding singer, i saw a guy with a mullet on sunday. it was unbelievable. it was the most glorious mullet i've ever seen in my life. long and blonde... i really wanted to take a picture of it, but i would've gotten caught. mullets should be banned.

and so should the other relics of the 80s - leg warmers (saw some at hollister, they were absolutely heinous), neon colors, non-functional (and large) belts, off the shoulder flashdance shirts, and did i mention the leg warmers already? seriously. wtf do you need leg warmers for? IT'S NOT COLD IN CALIFORNIA. but, i'll keep the 80s music. well, some of it... the smiths, depeche mode, shit like that. not so much broken wings by mister mister... which i had to sing last night in order to get platinum on all the stupid songs... it was awful. i wanted to die.

now i'm just going off on a friggin' tangent... but, it all came back to karaoke revolution, the greatest game in the world :P steve says i'm weird and crazy (in this case, not fun crazy. more like crazy crazy). i don't know where he gets that from.

destructive little monkey

wtf was up with the bunny this morning?

tearing the hell out of our screen door
ripping apart the newspaper
shredding the cardboard box

i'd pet her and she'd sniff at me... and then nibble on my arm...

what a bad little monkey we have.

so, she woke me up in the middle of my dream - and now i can't remember what it was about...

i just found something out... not everyone remembers their dreams (by that, i mean EVER) and on top of that, not everyone dreams in color. that's so weird. i had no idea.

you learn something new every day.

so lonely

without jules at work for me to bug...

*sigh*

weird dreams...

last night i had a weird dream. i'm the queen of weird dreams, but this was really, really weird...

it was all violent, too. it's still disturbing. i don't remember too many details, but i just remember running around in a very dark setting... much like underworld.

and i'm running around stabbing people with a large curved blade... sort of like a scythe... but not quite as curved. and probably not as long... anyway, it was gold. i would never use gold. i hate gold.

at any rate, i'm just going around and killing people for no reason. i wanted to stop, but i couldn't. i'd run up and hold onto their neck and then stab them right in the chest. i didn't know why i was doing it and i didn't know why i couldn't stop... and then i guess i stabbed the wrong person because then i had people jumping into cars and chasing me. and i'm running away on foot. but, i was hauling ass and they couldn't quite catch me.

at any rate, it was weird... but i'll take these crazy dreams over the nightmares about Psycho ANY DAY of the week.

i hate it when that happens!

son of a ....

my printer wasn't working last week. i swear to god. it just wasn't working. i tried different outlets, it wasn't turning on; it was broken.

so, I/R comes up... and it just turned on. and he just looks at me with that condescending look and asks me, "did you turn it on?"

fucker. yes, i turned it on.

"did you check the different outlets?"
"yes..."

but the goddamned thing works now... i hate it when things break and when someone else comes by it works... i even had a second opinion last week... we could not get the damned thing to turn on.

fuck. i hate looking like a fool in front of people stupider than me. damn them. son of a whore. aw, fuck. now i'm all frustrated and shit.

i just want to go home...

i need a new gym...

i don't know if it's all 24-hour fitnesses or if it's just because my 24-hour fitness happens to be in the GOP heartland of california, but there's always AT LEAST one television tuned into FOX NEWS.

jeezus christ.

and of course, i always stop to watch. i just can't help it! it's like a damned train wreck. it's so wrong, but i can't stop looking...

i've gotta find a new gym.

mondays...

every monday i get into the office and i immediately start thinking about the weekend... not the past weekend, but i'm doing the next weekend... it's like i have to think about it just to get through my week. that's sad. had i known how much i would hate work, i never would've stopped going to school. well, then again, i hated school, too. i dunno. i guess i'm just fucked either way. *sigh*

but, at least i have something to look forward to when i get home tonight... MY KARAOKE MIC! wooty woot! i'm going to unlock even sluttier outfits for my character! woohoo!

asparagus pee

why does asparagus make your piss smell weird? i just came back from lunch (we had leftover asparagus and corn pasta) and went to the bathroom and it already smells weird. wtf?

the bowl...

so, here's a pic of the hollywood bowl... we had fireworks at the end to the music from the lion king... they had little animals made out of fireworks and ... okay, my camera phone doesn't exactly do it justice...

at any rate, steve took me to the bowl on saturday night... john mauceri was the conductor... the evening's event was 75 years of disney music. they did a lot of the classics in a medley and dick van dyke came out and did some songs from mary poppins. he's aging really well... he's all doing high kicks and running around all over the stage. maybe he does yoga or something... heh.

mary costa, the original voice of sleeping beauty in the movie in 1959, narrated a 10-minute story of bambi as the orchestra played the musical themes from the movie. according to imdb, she was born in 1930! she looked really good. botox is effin' amazing!

alan menken was there... he did a medley of some of his songs... and then the original voice of ariel (jodi benson), belle (paige o'hara), and pocahontas (judy kuhn). (or as steve so lovingly calls her: poke-a-hot-ass.)

before the concert, we had a picnic and some good-ass wine... i finally decided to make use of my food & wine subscription and made some food out of the mag.

tomato salad. the recipe is for tomatillos and sun-dried tomatoes. i made it with tomatillos and different colored tomatoes - orange, yellow, and red... the red ones came from our own garden :) the dressing is basically just olive oil and lemon juice.

pasta with asparagus and corn (it actually calls for fresh pasta, but i was already short on time and i wasn't about to make my own pasta... also, i'm not certain we own a rolling pin). i used fresh cut corn from the cob... but i think it would be okay to use the frozen ones. it's sauteed in red onion and olive oil.

chicken coated in a mayo mixture with herbs and chili powder and breaded with potato chips and fried in butter. (i hate mayo, but you can't taste it at all... thank god...) it's a heart attack just waiting to happen. make sure you have lots of alcohol to cut through the grease :P

the food came out okay... the wine was better, though :P

i typically don't cook gross food like this, but i was just 'sperimenting. it was fun... but, i think i may never make that chicken again. heh.

things i learned...
1. never, ever follow the recipe exactly the way they have it in the magazine. since this was the first time i was making these things, i put in the amount of oil and butter they told me to use.
2. just try one new thing at a time. trying 3 new things is very time-consuming.
3. i like cooking more than i thought i did... i can't wait for my holiday cooking class now :)

my friend from NY says: people out in california do fun stuff! i answered: that's cuz the weater's just so FUCKING fabulous out here. :P

this is the lovely venue at which our all hands meeting was held on friday... i want to tell them that i'm offended that i had to be in a church... do you see that cross? also, the pews were really uncomfortable. and you probably can't see it, but... wtf is that gauche piece of "art" in the background behind the speaker? my jobplace sucks. at least i got home early... well, 5ish.

according to steve...

who saw it in wired mag, the new bjork cd uses NO instruments. just the human voice... so, i guess technically the whole thing is a capella... the human beatboxes are unbelievable.

now everyone REALLY has to get the cd.

the good news and the bad news...

good news: i get to leave work around 1:30ish
bad news: it's to go to an all-hands offsite meeting

fuck! that sucks ass.

at least it's near home...

my mom...

don't get me wrong, i love my mom... BUT (there's always a but, isn't there?) DAMN, she drives me fucking insane.

this woman does not know how to turn on a computer. i just spent the last 20 minutes trying to explain to her how to send an email out to someone. and of course, her email service is ALL IN KOREAN. i can read it, but it's SLOW GOING. by slow, i mean, S-L-O-O-O-O-W. fuck. and then of course, having a short temper, i end up blowing up at her... and then apologizing... and then blowing up... and then apologizing. fuck.

mom: why can't i edit the text?
me: where's the email?
mom: the incoming mail box.
me: you need to forward it or reply or copy and paste it into a different email
mom: but, i don't know how!
me: just give me your password. i'll do it........ *time lapse* aw, crap. it's in korean!
mom: you know how to read it...
me: but it's just frustrating! and i don't understand what it all means!
mom: then read it to me...
me: that's even more frustrating!
mom: just tell me what it says...
me: forget it! just fffff (i really wanted to say fucking) forget it!
(quiet...)
me: sorry... okay... what do you want me to do now?
mom: edit the letter
(editing, editing, editing, saved in the save as draft folder)
me: okay, done...
mom: i don't see it.
me: it's right there in the save as draft folder
mom: i don't see it.
me: it's right there!
mom: i don't see it.
me: yes, it is! i'm ffff... looking at it RIGHT NOW! mom, what are you looking at???
mom: the incoming mail box
me: i said look in the save as draft folder!
mom: can't you put it in the incoming mail box?
me: yeah, if i SEND it to you, but it's already there in the other folder, can't you just look at it? there's a link right ffff there!
mom: okay.....
(quiet...)
me: sorry, mom... do you see it?
mom: i see it... how do you send it?
me: (in my head - oh, jeezus christ... the send button's right fucking there... fuck...) awww, jeezus... the send button, mom. the send button.
mom: where is it?
me: near the top, towards the left
mom: will it save a copy when i send it?
me: I DON'T KNOW HOW THE SETTINGS ARE!!! I DIDN'T SET THEM! HOW SHOULD I KNOW????
(quiet...)
me: sorry... i'll just send it.
mom: thanks... you're so good to me.
*kicking myself... gawd, i'm such a bitch to her*

why does she have to be such a nice lady, huh?
knowing my luck, i'll end up being just like her... minus the sweetness.

har! build a better bush :D

check it out :D i like the balding, wall-eyed bush, personally :)

http://funny.ansme.com/politics/bush/build.html

Cronos

first of all, i have no idea who this blonde chick is on the movie poster. there was no blonde chick. false advertising...

anyway, this movie was pretty good... some gross scenes... like the one with the cockroaches. i'm sorry, but cockroaches are fucking nasty. and there are some other graphic and gross anatomical scenes. but none of them are as gross as the roaches running around. *shudder*

ron perlman is great in this movie.. i actually had no idea what he looked like in real life. i liked him as hellboy better, but he was really good in this flick. i like his little obsession... see the movie, you'll know what i'm talking about.

the little girl in the movie - tamara shanath - did a really good performance, especially considering she's not been in any movies before this and she only had one word to say... i think it was 'grandpa' or something... yeah. at any rate, she was good. even though she was supposed to be a good guy, for some reason, she creeped me out.

so, about the movie: apparently in the 1500s a guy made a device that could make him live forever unless his heart gets pierced. of course, his heart gets pierced and he dies. a kindly old gentleman finds it in his antique shop and accidentally uses it. there's a dying rich man who is of course, looking for the device... and i don't want to give it away. so just watch it. damn it.

a unique spin on this genre of flicks... i don't know what to call it. kinda zombie, kinda vampire. i dunno. whatever. i know what i thought about the movie... but i can't get it written down today. maybe i'm just tired. i dunno. so, fuck it. read what the director has to say about it here. (thanks to the poster on imdb.com)

bjork ROCKS

through some magic voodoo way, steve got me the brand spankin' new bjork album.

steve rocks.
bjork rocks.

it's definitely trippy... like all her more recent shit... oh, and a lot of a capella shit... but, gawd, her voice - still dynamic.

if you ever get a chance, see her live. there's nothing like hearing her live in a beautiful venue with wonderful acoustics...

i have to admit, i still like her older stuff better (like, when she was with the sugarcubes... and the first few solo albums...) but there's something about her... ahhh, i wish i was more articulate. i can't think today. anyway, it's good. get it when it comes out!

public restrooms

i hate going to the bathroom at work. first of all, i have a problem with peeing if anyone can hear me. i got over it after years at boarding school, but still, i'm kinda self-conscious. i might not be THAT bad, but i have a slight shyness of relieving myself in hearing range of others...

but besides that, i swear, at least once a day, i hear someone... no, wait... i DON'T hear someone washing their hands when they leave. it's SO gross. i think that when you unlock the door, something should spray your hand or something so that you'll HAVE to wash your hands when you leave... i mean, jeezus... that's just disgusting... so, when i leave the restroom, i always open the door with the paper towel that i dried my hands on ... blech. wtf is wrong with these people, anyway????

cooking class...

i signed up for 3 upcoming cooking classes :) it's for holiday cooking or something to that effect.

anyway, we're going to do christmas dinner this year (well, the family doesn't know that yet, but we will offer to do it... it'd be better that way...) - and i figured i probably need to learn how to cook holiday stuff american style...

koreans will just have a turkey, maybe some mashed potatoes and kimchee and other veggies and then lots of other korean side dishes... hehe... i don't think that would go over very well with steve's family... in fact, i think they'd die.

so, hopefully, the classes'll be fun...

i'm always swearing i'm going to take a class, but i never do... maybe next time i'll get the guts to sign up for belly dancing class! i really want to... i'm just a damned wuss. i can't sign up on my own.

yup - jeaneil's still a milf...

poor julie looks like she's just trying to get away from me. hehe.

jonny, jules, jerald - she's so lucky! :P

i heart my chiropractor

i'm feeling so much better... my neck's at least at 70%-75% and my back is the loosest it's EVER been. it's unbelievable. i get these kickass massages and back and neck crackings... i love it!

must go back for more! more!

anyway, i got the tracking number for my mic! woohoo! more karaoke for meeeee!!!! steve's gonna be sorry he bought it for me. hehehe...

i got my pics uploaded to ofoto (by i, i mean steve... i don't do that shit. hehe) yay!

i'll get a pic or two up on here...

i nearly pissed myself...

check this shit out...

FUCK

i still want fries...

beach volleyball

why are the women's beach volleyball outfits so skimpy, but the men's not? i think the men should have to wear teeny, tiny little speedos... not that i enjoy looking at men in speedos, but it's only fair.

speaking of the olympics, i haven't been following it at all, but i saw some pics on yahoo... is it me or are the women's gymnastics teams super creepy to look at? i think it's wrong that they make them seem like little girls... and i think it's even more wrong that most of them ARE little girls. i think they need to fix the gymnastics stuff so that real women can compete, instead of having little girls compete. these are children, for chrissakes... let them be children. damn.

damned bunny...

last night i was adamant about unlocking stuff on karaoke revolution. so i got on and unlocked a bunch of outfits and a couple of venues and a song... (i got a couple of really cute outfits for naoko - my little japanese character)... the great thing about this game is that you can totally suck ass but still get platinum record status... woohoo! but expert level is super hard. even on the easy songs. bastards.

at any rate, steve just told me at lunch that Monkey hated my singing cuz she ran into the home today and ripped the cord apart for the headset. damn. now i have to go and buy another mic. thank god for amazon.

damn that bunny. she's so cute, but so, so bad. sheesh. oh well. i was gonna get a different mic, anyway.

french fries

i came back to the office from lunch today... as i came up the stairs the sweet, sweet smell of french fries and onion rings hit me...

fuck. i want to eat french fries and onion rings.

yippy dogs...

apparently a neighbor got a dog that yips. a lot. for hours at a time.

YIP YIP FUCKING YIP.

i want to kill him. like those fucked up kids who tried to kill their pet by strapping explosives to that poor little bunny (aptly named "lucky").

seriously, though. that's fucked up. unless they want to do that to the damned dog. they'd be my heros.

dinosaurs...

i have this little dinosaur puppet at home... he's a t-rex. we call him rex. anyway, i'm kinda partial to t-rexes... he's got this little sound thingie in his head and when you squeeze his head, he roars 3 times... it's kinda cool.

then i started wondering...

how do other religions explain the rise and fall of the dinosaur? the SDAs are kinda crazy, and i think some of them think that the people in noah's time were very scientifically advanced and they did some genetic experiments and that's where the dinos came from... and then god flooded the whole earth to get rid of the scourge of the earth. and that would explain why carbon dating claims the world is millions and millions of years old when the bible claims that the world is only 6000 (give or take a thousand years). that doesn't explain why the fastest dinos wouldn't have their bones only in the mountains... or do they think that the flood messed everything up? i dunno...

so, anyone have any other crazy religious explanations? just curious.

wooty woot!

i found my pills! i'm such a moron.

anyway, we can commence having mind-numbing, earth-shaking, hip-rolling, orgasm-inducing, roller coaster-screaming, eye-popping, dirty-talking, bitch-slapping (er, uhm... wait. no. not that one) SEX. :D

what is it with people and their effin' babies????

no offense to parents... but your baby is probably only cute to you. don't get me wrong. i love kids. i love to hold them and play with them... and then i like to return them to the parents...

don't make us feel all obligated to tell you your baby's cute when your baby's just SO not cute...

i'm hearing this parent in another cube showing off his pics of his baby girl to another co-worker. i've seen this baby in person. she's hideous! when people think a baby is just cute because she's a baby, that's bullshit. there are ugly babies and there are cute babies.

i already know with all this shit i'm talking we're going to have an ugly ass kid (sorry, steve)... and i will of course subject anyone who looks at my blog (as well as anyone i come into contact with) to pictures and the daily goings on of my child... (omg, she's soooo smart, do you know what she did yesterday???? blah, blah, blah) i have no doubt i will be expecting people to tell me my child is cute... but until this happens and we have kids, i'm going to continue to talk shit about ugly babies.

just because they're little, it doesn' t make them cute. make him shut the fuck up! i can still hear him... there's just no blocking it out... and i hear all the women cooing and oohing and aaaahing. i can't possibly be the ONLY person here at work that thinks his child is ugly as sin!!! J, your child is hideously ugly. she's an exact replica of YOU. she has your nose... it's even the same size as your nose... holy god... i DON'T CARE that they go to gymboree class twice a week and swimming lessons. holy crap.

i think that these people who want to talk about their children should NOT subject other people to this bullshit. they need to take it outside or into an office or something. i could understand it if someone ASKED him about his girl... NOBODY ASKED!!!! he just busted out a pic and started talking about her. i'm going to strangle somebody.

holy.....

i think i may have left my pills at jeaneil's house this past weekend.

i just called sav-on to find out how much it would cost me to get a new refill (since insurance will only take care of it once a month)... it's like $31.79 or something like that... and this is the generic pill, too!

wtf? damn. we have good insurance. i only pay $2.90 usually.

i hope jeaneil finds it... son of a whore... no sex this month! :P

the guy across the carports...

i wish i could stay home... this guy lives in our neighborhood... and he NEVER works. i swear to god. he is always there... throwing parties, having the hos over...

where does he get his money from????

he has bbq's every weekend... and during the week, too... he knows everyone in the neighborhood, he listens to mariah carey LOUD on the weekends... he has people over for sporting events... i mean, it's not like he's old and retired.... what, did he win the lottery or something?

but, wtf does he do? i don't know his name... but i don't want to start talking to him because i don't want him to know that i'm completely jealous of his lifestyle... and i definitely don't want him thinking i'm interested in anything about him...

you know how boys are... if you talk to them, they think you want them. and he always listens to his music loud... and boys only do that because they want attention. so i try extra hard not to pay him any attention because boys are stupid...

steve wants to be him when he grows up. hehe...

but, damn. i wish i knew what he did... so i can do it, too... then i can stay home all day lollygagging :D and bbq'ing... and working out... and having hos over and partying :P

he's prolly in porn.

speaking of which... a real porn guy does live in our neighborhood... he was always trying to get steve and me over to check out some of his "films." hehehe... he wanted to know if i wanted to "try out." what a freak. "steve looks like a porn guy." what a moron. hehehe...

this post is making it sound like i live in some seedy area. i really don't. i live in suburbia's suburbs...

what a pleasant surprise...

my hotmail account has 250mb storage now :D

it's about time...

cubicles suck ass

last week, i had no one around me. just my boss in his office and his admin next to me... it was so nice and quiet....

this week, everyone got moved up here. i'm fucking surrounded by people... not just any people... yentes. if you don't know what a yente is, look it up online on a yiddish dictionary. (my boss is jewish.)

it's so loud up here. i hate it! i need a new job. i used to have the mail cube behind me. so i never heard anyone... they changed it to someone's cube. these people are all inside sales people. i hear fake happy people (and real happy people... which is just as annoying) trying to sell... shit. make it stop!!!!! and their phones ring off the hook... my boss is lucky i like him so much. otherwise, i'd be outta here!

how do you spell relief???

CHIROPRACTOR!

holy god. i feel at least 50% better...

yesterday, i could barely walk... just going to my car put me in tears. the chiro said that he couldn't really crack me that well because my muscles were so tight around my spine. he cracked my back a little bit and then he sent me in to get this kickass massage. it was fabulous... i was moaning and groaning.... and drooling...

anyway, then he took me and cracked my back. dude, i'm all misaligned. it's gross. at least now my feet point straight up now. they were all leaning to the right when i was lying down on my back... my shoulders are all fucked up, too....

went home, did the ice treatment and miracle of all miracles, i could move my neck and i could fall asleep without tossing and turning to look for a comfortable enough position to sleep in.

went back in this morning for another treatment. got cracked again (god, i love that shit) and then got another massage... ahhhh... i love that deep tissue massage... he even massaged my head... i actually have volumized hair now. hehe... i've never had volume in my hair! hehe...

i need more massages!!!! more!!!! i don't know if i'm going to get another one on thursday or not. they said something about teaching me exercises. damn :( oh well. 2 massages for a total of $30? not bad :D

they were saying i was one of the tightest people they've ever worked on... they prolly say that to all the girls :P huh huh.

fuck off! my neck and back hurt!

jackass at work: you have a scowl on your face, you know?
me: (not making eye contact... in fact, not even looking up from my screen) yeah, i know. go away.
jackass: oh. uhm. (walks away)

leave me the fuck alone. i hate everyone here right now. fuck.

steve is the king of the one-liners...

but, i might be biased...


so, jules sends us her new orleans itinerary...

s: woo! now we can "earn" even more beads on bourbon street! :P
g: even more? you're getting beads, too, steve? hehehehehe... i can be the pimp! yay!
s: no no, i'm the pimp! i'll be happy to carry some of your overflow when they get too heavy around your neck!
g: but, i want to be the pimp :(
s: okayyy...but only if we run across some wealthy older ladies with beads the size of christmas ornaments...you know, so they're a close match to what i'm flashing to get them :P

he slays me... here's another email conversation regarding muffalettas:

s: i'll take me a whole muff :P
g: not two? :P
s: no no, one is more than enough for me :P

well, at least he knows that men can't handle more than one woman :P although it would be fun to try, huh, steve? :P hehehehehe

goddamn, that's beautiful... every so often, i like to look at the tahitian resort we stayed at in march. ahhhhhh.....

awww, fuck...

i just sneezed and it really hurt my neck and shoulder... this shit's getting old...

at least i got an appt in with a chiropractor who comes highly recommended...

this had better work for me.

son of a whore. this hurts.

new orleans, pt 2

i don't believe this shit... jules actually bought a plane ticket to new orleans!!!

holy shiiiiiit! woohoo! jules is gonna get beads! can i have a couple of yours as souvenirs? :P maybe you and steve can both flash people and i can get double the beads! woohooo!

it's gonna be fun!

don't forget to get your voodoo fest tixx!

:D

my stupid ass bro...

my mom found this "toy" in my bro's room... they left it at my place to see if i could identify it.

i got home this morning and looked at it. at first, i couldn't figure it out... although, i thought it was a little weird that there was a pic of bob marley on the front... and the batteries were almost dead, so it was kind hard to tell...

and then i looked at the teeny tiny little writing... the thing is a miniature scale.... i'm guessing it's for weed... hopefully not for anything harder than that...

but, can anyone tell me if it's for weighing it so he doesn't get screwed when he buys it from someone? or is it for weighing cuz he's selling it??? hrm... whatever. he's out in bumblefuck right now, so he has no use for it... he's so dumb. how is it that he continuously gets caught?

that's why girls seem so evil. (well, we are evil, too...) because they don't get caught. that's because we think shit through. he's such a fucking idiot. how could he possibly be related to me???? scheisse.

i'm baaaaack...

holy god. i'm tired. i woke up at 2:30 this morning so i could get back here... to work. yay. ufff.

so, the weekend was good... saturday we got these great massages... they come to your house (or hotel or wherever you're staying)... i got this guy (cuz i said i didn't care if it was male or female... i'm guessing female masseuses are more popular...) anyway, he was from ukraine... or croatia.... wait... both. whatever. he tried to hook me up with his friend, who was korean, as well. how friggin' hilarious. besides the fact that i'm married, i don't like korean guys. i can't help it. most of them are just not attractive to me. maybe because i can't help but think of my dad and my bro. gross. blech. but, at any rate, i could've had a date on saturday night! hot damn! steve, you're cramping my style! :P hehehe... hehehehe. i'm funny.

then we went to this GREAT tapas place in downtown napa. downtown napa used to suck ass as far as getting good food. all the good food was in yountville or st. helena or calistoga... but now, downtown napa has good food, too :D we ate waaaaaayyy too much... eating tapas reminded me of when we were in barcelona... and we were starving... and we had tapas... sooo good... until i saw the cockroach just hanging out near the food. i almost had a heartattack... but i tried to play it cool because i didn't want them to think i was just another wussy american. hehe. but, really i wanted to scream and cry all at the same time. anyway, the ambience was different, but it was still really great...

then, we went back to jeaneil's and we played the BEST game in the whole widest world! KARAOKE REVOLUTION!!!! hehehe. it was great... we even got jonny to sing a song. hehehe. and he NEVER sings. EVER. it was unbelievable. jeaneil didn't want to play... but after a couple of drinks, we couldn't get her to stop. she was the little platinum record queen. it was funny... jules was a good sport... hehehe... we kept on picking these songs for her when she wasn't paying attention. hehehehe. it was funny as hell...

jules and jonny started doing shots... and they (by they, i mean jonny) gave me a hard time for not doing any shots with them... i couldn't help it! i was full! i ate WAY too much! so, being the sucker for peer pressure that i am, i took a shot against my better judgement. first of all, it was a shot of SMIRNOFF. call me a snob, but i NEVER drink SMIRNOFF... EVER. (unless it's a horrible well drink at a bar and i have no money for anything better...) it's just disgusting. especially for shots. blech. second, i was really, really full... so, i take a shot and i swear, it was just stuck in my throat and i'm trying my hardest to swallow (huh huh... swallow) and make it to the fridge to get some water or ANYTHING to chase it down with, but i can barely see because my eyes are watering so bad... and i can barely breathe because i feel like my chest is on FIRE. good lord. i'm never doing that again...

and jonny kept trying to get jules and me to make out. what's wrong with him, anyway? sheesh... if you're gonna make out with someone, it can't be a friend. it would just be friggin' weird. stupid, stupid boy.

at 2am, we ended up calling larry. wtf is wrong with us? i'm all, uhm... were you sleeping? and then i forgot what else i said to him... then jules talked to him. i have no idea why we even called.

so, larry, if you read this... i'm sorry! i was going to say we're sorry... but i have no idea if they are or not :P

then we went to the wedding on sunday. it was nice. abigail's dress was a much nicer version of mel's dress. hehe. and i'm not just saying that cuz mel and i aren't on speaking terms. ask jules. she'll tell you :P hehehe... and despite the location of the wedding, it was actually quite nice. the only problem was that there was NO ALCOHOL. that's right. you read that correctly... i wanted to die...

i ran into an ex at brabigail's wedding. (brad + abigail = brabigail... see? i'm effin' funny)... he was really weird. i didn't think we broke up on bad terms, really... but he's always been really weird around me the 2 or 3 times we've seen each other... we dated when i was 15 or something like that. he's weird. anyway, this is what happened:

me: hey, what's up? (reaching out for a hug)
ex: hey, (no hug) grace... this is isabel (or whatever her name was... i think it was isabel.)
me: (pretending like i wasn't leaning in for a hug) hi! it's nice to meet you!
gf: nice to meet you!
me: sooo, where'd you meet?
blah, blah, blah...
ex: (giving me a hug) oh, so when did that happen? (pointing at my ring)
me: almost 2 years ago...
blah, blah, blah....

like, what... it's okay for him to give me a hug because i'm married? guys are so retarded.

this is what should've happened:
me: hey, what's up? (reaching out for a hug)
ex: hey (giving me a hug) how're you? (or "nice to see you" or something to that effect...)
me: i'm fine...
ex: this is my gf isabel...
blah, blah, blah

what a fucking retard. he made it unnecessarily uncomfortable. now she thinks something's up, i'm sure... so retarded. guys are STUPID MFs.

anyway, i was going to post pics, but i can't get my stupid, stupid computer to read the sd card. piece of shit. it wouldn't work for shit this morning. my computer wouldn't turn on, then it just shut off once, then it just rebooted on its own. i need a new system. why is my company so cheap?! i mean, we make these things for god's sake.

i'll have to post pics later.... jules does good eyeshadow on herself. :) and for some reason, she refuses to teach me :P it's prolly for the best. i'd fuck it up. hehe... one day, though... i will have pretty eye makeup. yes, i will....

i'm fucking delirious right now. i only got about 3 hours of sleep last night... and my neck is killing me. i'm too old for this shit. no more driving for me.

i'm going to try to get to a chiropractor or something. this is bullshit.

napa

so, i'm finally in napa now. it took me 8 damn hours to drive up here. i'm getting too old for this shit. next time i'm flying.

my neck is killing me. thank god we're getting massages today. woohoo! i NEED it.

i'm with jeaneil and her 3 kids. they're so cute. they get really wound up. it's funny. but then jeaneil uses her mommy voice. and then i get scared. and i didn't even do anything wrong. hehe...

so, woohoo! i'm still cute! i totally got hit on when i was driving up by myself. hehe. i forget. no one even looks at me when i'm with steve. hehe... little do these guys know that he'd pimp me out for the right price any day :P hehehe...

speaking of steve, i'm worried. he hasn't called me back and i called him twice already. where is he? :( call me, if you get online today, okay?

just waiting for jules... oh, wait. she's here. woohoo! party time :D

later.

do i LOOK like i need your damned help?

yesterday, i was standing in the parking lot waiting for steve to come pick me up after work ... and this guy in a black car (maybe it was an acura? i don't know. i don't care.) starts backing up

wait. this just in... steve sold crystal chronicles :( i was going to play it! i'm never going to complain about another game again :( damn. oh well. i sucked at it, anyway.

back to my story...

this guy's about to leave, backs up, drives up and asks if i need help. DID I LOOK DESPERATE? even if i did need help, what did he think he was going to do? damn. i should've told him i needed to pick my mom up in chino hills and could he please pick her up for me. that miserable little fuck. i hate old guys. anyway, i told him, "no. i'm waiting for my ride. thanks." (damn, i even said THANKS! that's big for me.) anyway, the asshole actually looked disappointed. what a jerk. he waited around for what felt like 5 minutes. it was prolly only 10 seconds, but when someone is just sitting in their car staring at you, it feels like forever... and then he drove away finally....

now, in all fairness, i'm sure he was just trying to be nice... and he doesn't know what a bitch i am... so he probably thought he was doing the right thing... but, i was certain i wasn't giving off that whole damsel in distress vibe... and i don't need his fucking charity. i don't know why it bugged me so damned much. it just did. i hate people.

last night's dream

i had this dream last night that steve and i were in australia talking about going nude-sunbathing. well, not just talking about it. i mean, we were going.

it must've been a dream :P

or maybe it'll happen. anyway, none of y'all are gettin' pics. well, maybe a topless one... of steve.

i woke up all early this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. damn. and i have to drive up to napa, today, too.

this lady at work just walked by and i'll be damned, she reminds me of amber frey. tall, blonde, skinny, fairly attractive, but longish face...

now i will read the transcripts from the scott/amber cell phone calls and laugh and laugh.

my dream

i just remembered my dream last night. it was all because of that damned failan movie.

steve was a gangster! hehe... but he was threatening me because i was making him lose face or something... or money. okay, whatever. i'm not remembering that much of the dream. i just remember that he was a mafia boss and we weren't together...

it must've had to do with a scene in the movie. and i was the skank that he was going to off for some reason or other. i swear the nights i have nightmares i wake up soooo tired. i'm confused now. anyway, damn, that movie gave me a nightmare.

soup at hand

so, i got these soup at hand things by campbell's. they're convenient. i don't need a spoon, just a microwave.

i heated one up... everything's going good... tasted decent for canned soup... chicken and pasta.... it didn't completely suck.

until i got down to the last 1/4 of the little soup thing.

all the stupid "pasta o's"are on the bottom. i was afraid of this, so had been swirling the soup around, but apparently, that doesn't help much.

and since this is my lunch, i really, really wanted to eat the stupid "pasta o's" because i was friggin' starving.

so, get this visual: i'm sitting in my chair with my head tilted back making sucking noises like a damned hoover.

and i almost had it all... and i fucking choked. one stupid "pasta o" lodges itself right there... in the wrong tube.

i just threw the rest of it out, after i turned back to a normal color from blue. remind me to use a spoon next time.

ringtones

why do people have to set their cell phones to the most obnoxious ringtone they can find? is it to be "original?" or maybe so they can recognize it from all the rest of the phone calls we're not supposed to be getting at work?

i just listened to about a minute of that horse charging song. of course i can't think of the name of it. anyway, yeah... and it was set on the loudest setting (well, it seemed like the loudest setting).

but what REALLY pisses me off is when the people around me all start laughing... like it's the funniest fucking thing they've ever heard in their lives. and they keep on talking about it. SHUT THE FUCK UP, PEOPLE... IT'S REALLY NOT THAT FUNNY.

damn. they're still fucking laughing. and it was... 3 minutes ago.

if it's the funniest damn thing you've ever heard, stop, go home, rent yourself some richard pryor. or if you're easily offended, try robin williams or wayne brady. they're not as funny, but they're sure as hell funnier than a stupid ringtone.

the above picture...

is mel's china set. cute... but not $224-for-a-damn-coffee-pot-you're-never-going-to-use cute!... place settings at $129, SUGAR BOWL for $112, CREAMER for $98... was there even a coffee maker on the damned registry? i don't think stan drinks coffee because *GASP* caffeine is evil! ellen g. white said so! fuck ellen white and her stupid books.

how STUPID is she? why are you going to register for shit that you won't be able to afford? someone bought her ONE place setting. GUESS WHO'S GONNA HAVE TO BUY THE OTHER 11, GENIUS???? hrm... $129 x 11 = TOO MUCH FUCKING MONEY! and that's without tax.

what, she thinks people are going to get her all this shit? i'm sorry, but not everyone is willing to or able to buy this stuff.

i'm proud to say, my nice plates are from target. and guess what, pretty much everything that was on our registries was bought for us... because they were affordable and practical. and people didn't feel like they were spending an arm and another important appendage on one damn plate. i don't want china that i'm never going to use cluttering up my home. wtf is the deal with china sets, anyway??? ooh, let's buy china and put them in a case and never use them! YAY!

jeezus, there has got to be about 300 items on this damn registry. before she even signed up for a registry, she was telling me how they didn't really need much, etc, etc, etc... and she was only doing it because she felt like she had to and there wasn't going to be much on it. all of a sudden there's kate spade china, vera wang glasses, and some FUGLY zebra print bedding.

i hope this helps her feel like the princess she has always wanted to be... but apparently, i wasn't letting her blossom into a princessflower. i, the voice of reason in her life, left her... so now she can be as stupid as she wants to be. congratulations, mel and stan. good luck in your new life together. you're fucking going to need it.

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ghetto ass bedding...

so.... this is on guess who's wedding registry. wtf is this? it's SO fucking ghetto. i don't even know who picked it anymore cuz she's so like him. who told her this was a good idea, anyway?

omg. i want to gouge my eyes out... only certain people with a certain sense of style could actually pull this look off. style or balls. or maybe blindness i'm not sure. *yuck* i can just imagine them getting all wild and jungly on this bedspread. i'm sick now.

i just grossed myself out.

marriage...

for you unmarried folks, do as i say... hehe... if you can't get lucky and marry for love, MARRY FOR MONEY.

jules tried to say AND LOOKS. nah. just turn out the lights. that's what the light switch is for. also, if they're ugly, they can't ever try to tell you that they could do better. hehehehe besides, we all get old. no one's good-looking forever!

it doesn't matter if they're fat and ugly. if they got money, go for it. oh, and no prenups. NO PRENUPS. hehehe

i LURVE stupid people!

this is from salon.com

During Amber Frey's second day of testimony at Scott Peterson's murder trial, the courtroom was treated to more taped messages between Frey and Peterson, who pretended that he was hopscotching through Europe when he was really in Modesto, Calif., as police and family members still searched for his missing wife, Laci.

No matter what else happens in the case, the tapes seem to give prosecutors irrefutable evidence of the one thing that observers had long suspected of both Peterson and Frey ever since their vacant expressions and slack jaws first dominated magazines and "Larry King Live" more than a year ago: They're dumb. Really, seriously, not smart. And he also is sure guilty of being creepy; in one taped conversation, Peterson waxes poetic about Stanley Kubrick's "The Shining." The exchange, according to the Post, was:

"That's a scary movie," exclaimed Frey.

"But it's the best movie ever made," Peterson insisted.

"The whole redrum [murder spelled backwards] and the bathtub — that's scary," said Frey.

"Ooh, the two twins freak me out, baby," Peterson oozed.

He later noted that he also liked the movie "Meet Joe Black," in which Brad Pitt plays Death.

"Oh, yeah, I really like that one," Peterson said, mistakenly referring to the film as "Meet Jack Black."

Peterson also recommends the 1994 remake of "Love Affair," because it stars his "hero," Warren Beatty.

Then, he asks Frey what she thinks the best movie of all time is:

Frey: Oh, I don't know how to answer that honestly.

Peterson: OK. How about if I give you a genre?

Frey: What? What are you saying, gen. . . I still don't know what you're saying.

Peterson: Genre. G-e-n-r-e.

Frey: Gen. . .

Peterson: It's a type of movie. Genre.

Frey: OK, I never heard that before.

In at least two of the phone conversations, when Peterson claimed to be in Paris, he was annoyed by a dog's constant barking -- believed to be Laci's black Labrador, barking in the backyard of Peterson's Modesto home. (The New York Post's melodramatic take: "WIFE'S DOG HAUNTED SCOTT.")

At one point, Peterson says of the dog, "oh, I want to kill it." Later, he tells Frey that he's next traveling from Paris to Madrid ("I'll be saying 'hola' a lot more instead of 'bonjour.'") and at another point, he claims to be traveling to Brussels, which prompts Frey to ask: Is that in Europe?

Later, now nearly two weeks after Peterson's wife had disappeared, he reads Frey a Boris Pasternak poem:

"'Beneath the willow wound round with ivy we take cover from the worst of the storm, with a greatcoat round our shoulders and my hands around your waist.

"'… You intoxicate me! Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.'"

Frey: "What are you talking about?"

Peterson: "I was thinking of you sexually."

And later:

Frey: "So you've been thinking a lot about me?"

Peterson: "Yeah, that's all I did today. And I'm sorry, I, I just, I just started rambling and there's a tear in my eye, and it's trickling."

AW, GAWD!!!! that's just SO painful!!!!

failan

last night we watched failan. it's a korean flick, apparently based on a japanese novel. the basic story goes like this:

1. chinese girl loses parents, seeks out remaining relatives in korea.
2. chinese relatives in korea emigrate to canada
3. boohoo, poor chinese girl has nowhere to go, looks for an unemployment office for chinese folks
4. they marry her off to a korean mafia member, pay korean mafia guy, sell chinese girl
5. they try to sell her off as a stripper, but she's sick, so she works in a laundry instead
6. she falls in love with her "husband," probably because she has no one else to think about
7. she dies
8. he has to go confirm her death, and sees the letters she wrote him and feels bad
9. he falls in love with his dead "wife"

the beginning of the movie was pretty good. this mafia guy had a boss who had some serious anger management problems. he was just kicking ass all over the place. let's just say that the movie was much better when the main guy was getting the shit kicked out of him. when it started getting to the flashbacks and the love story, it just SUCKED. she's stupid for falling in love with him and writing him letters. what, she thought he was really her husband? she knew what the deal was...

it would've been better if the girl ended up working as a hostess at a korean club.. or a stripper on a pole. but in a laundry? come on! she's all frail and shit. she's dying for chrissakes. i think being a hostess would be much more realistic for her. when i say she worked at a laundry, there weren't any machines. she was outside in the cold washing them in a basin with her FEET. no wonder the poor bitch died.

also, the main male character was one of the main characters in Old Boy. which was a good but disturbing movie... now, this guy's a pretty good actor... but he always plays the pathetic guy. i'm sick of seeing him as a wimp! i think he'd be a kickass bad guy, too... damn. why does he always end up playing the loser???

i think the real problem was that a korean wrote the screenplay. koreans just fucking LOOOOVE the melodrama. if i had written the script, she would've been a stripper, paid off her debt, bought herself a ticket back to china. and he wouldn't be a pansy anymore. he'd grow a pair and then get rid of his boss and be the mafia leader. and then he could have the anger management problem and ram people's heads against the concrete many, many times.

also, koreans have no F. why would they name a movie with her name that supposedly starts with an F. and they weren't even saying it like that. they were saying it baeklan. i don't see no K in failan.

whatever. this movie gets a 2 out of 5. 1 star for being korean (hehe), 1/2 star for the asskicking in the beginning, and another 1/2 star for having the Old Boy guy in it.

update on the bands with songs that sound the same...

i forgot one - gonna have to change my list...

6. britney spears

5. phil collins

4. green day

3. offspring

2. 311

1. REM

fucking wastes of time, air, space: people at work driving me fucking insane...

why can't i just walk through the fucking halls between cubes without having to say hello to people. is there some sort of unwritten corporate code that states we have to be all fake and smiley and friendly with the people who we just happen to share breathing air? i have nothing in common with these people. why do i have to be nice, anyway? i don't want to spend time with these people going to happy hours and seeing them on weekends. if i run into someone at target or something after work, i very quickly turn and walk the other way. they should extend that same courtesy to me.

i walked past a couple of guys and they were all fucking chipper: "hi, grace!" i really didn't feel like saying hi, so i didn't. i looked in their general direction and gave the quick dude nod... i don't normally do this because i think it's stupid, but i did because i didn't feel like smiling at these fuckups. "someone's unfriendly today... give us a pretty smile, grace!" i just kept on walking... and then i heard them whisper something about pmsing.

why can't i just be a fucking bitch without having it covered up by some excuse like pms? i can be moody whenever the fuck i wanna be. that's my god-given right as a woman. if i don't feel like saying hi to you, i don't have to. and if i do, then it's your fucking lucky day, isn't it? maybe they should take a hint and just NOT say hi to me. there's NO reason to talk to me about what i did this past weekend or if steve and i are planning on having kids... it's NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. could i make it any more clear?

i hate people so much i took the extra chair out of my cube so they couldn't sit and chat. as soon as i'm done ranting, i'm taking down all pics in my cubes so they can stop using them as conversation pieces. it's not that i have a lot of friends or anything, we could all use friends. i just don't want them as my friends. i'd rather have no friends than have these stupid work people as my friends.

oh, snap...

i just found out who actually wrote that whole piece on "I am Better Than Your Kids." that was some funny ass shit...

it's by maddox, that guy with the hilarious fucking site: http://maddox.xmission.com/

it IS the best page in the universe!

so, once again, i'm swinging off his nuts... i want to have 10,000 of his babies.

(steve, i still want to have 1 million of yours) :D

australia part II

oops! i forgot to mention we're going to new zealand, too! :P hehehehehehehhee...

damn. i'm a beeeeeeeyach :D

rocket scientists...

i was talking to jonny last night and we were complaining about presentations (him giving them, me making them). he's works for a company that makes rocket parts or something like that... anyway, he works with rocket scientists... i'm not sure if he's a rocket scientist. maybe he's a rocket engineer. is that the same thing?

g: i used to make my presentations all flashy and pretty and exciting... now it's just text on a page... i don't even animate the slides anymore...
j: hmmm... i wonder why we don't put hyperlinks and flashy stuff in presentations... oh yeah! i remember now... it's because we make a powerpoint presentation, print it out, copy it onto transparency paper, and then show the presentation on an overhead.
g: wtf? you still use overhead projectors????

apparently, these rocket scientists don't use projectors. they have an overhead projector. i thought microsoft banned those in the late 90s!!! i can't wrap my head around the overhead projector. i can't believe anyone actually still has them. he says that they have normal projectors, too, but that only comes out for the bigwigs and special occasions... damn, we have a projector in our home. they can't cough up $899 for a damned projector?

they may be smart, but damn, they don't have any common sense. maybe it's because all of their brain power was allocated to math reasoning or something... or maybe it's because they're all male and we all know men don't have any common sense... hehehe.

bands with songs that sound the same...

on the way to work this morning, we're listening to kroq. a song by green day was playing. i recognize green day because every single one of their songs sounds the same. i couldn't tell you the name of the song or what album it's off of or when it came out. i just know it's green day. i can't tell the difference between any of their songs. if you put together a medley of their songs, it would mesh together seamlessly.

i'm not saying that every song by an artist should sound completely different. there should be some cohesion. the reason i didn't like alicia keys' first album was because it was just all over the place. the girl had talent, but each song was kind of random. (her second album was really, really good - she has replaced beyonce as my favorite chanteuse of the moment) i'm just saying that the songs should have something different about them. something. anything. a different beat or a different melody would be nice...

"artists" with songs that sound the same:
5. britney spears
4. phil collins
3. green day
2. 311
1. R.E.M.

larry's blog

check out larry's blog: http://kissmeimitalian.blogspot.com/

jules wrote a tribute to larry on her blog. i'm too lazy to do it... hehe for anyone who doesn't know him, get to know him. he's a funny guy... :D and sweet, too. he would like to be an asshole, though. hehehe... maybe to pull in chicks... i dunno.

anyway, he's a sweetie... don't let his cuteness fool you. he's got a good personality, unlike most west coast hotties.

our stupid travel dept...

we just got this email today. first of all, we all know that this damned alert is bogus. second.... today is the 10th. the alert was on the 2nd. WTF takes our travel department so fucking long to get this to us... do they have ANY idea how many people travel every day at our company??? they SHOULD because they're supposed to be making all of the travel itineraries for the salespeople....

it's not like they actually work. i mean, please. it's not that difficult to make travel plans. they don't even find us good deals. it's easier and cheaper to just do it ourselves... i think they should all be fired. bastard fucks.

Distribution: All TAIS employees
As of August 2nd, Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge ordered the terror alert raised from YELLOW to ORANGE in areas around these five buildings:
· The headquarters of the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank in Washington.
· The offices of Citigroup and the New York Stock Exchange in New York.
· The Prudential Plaza building in Newark, N.J.

FYI, the Republican National Convention will be held at Madison Square Garden in NYC August 30 through September 2, which also houses Penn Station, a major commuter hub. If you have a business trip to any of these areas, you can enhance our personal safety by:
1. Checking news sources regularly.
2. Avoiding any potential terrorist targets such as airport or hotel lobbies, monumental buildings, tourist attractions, stadiums and arenas, and public transportation systems.
3. Avoiding any area where there are large crowds of people.
4. If you are involved in or nearby an incident, please let your Manager know your situation as soon as possible.
Please be safe in your travels!

AUSTRALIA

our visas are approved and the tickets are bought!

we're going to the land down under :D i want to bring a koala home!

i'm pretty excited... :) i can't wait to go.

so, lessee...

upcoming trips:
this weekend: napa
labor day weekend: seattle/vancouver
9/24: nyc
10/16: new orleans
11/20: australia
1/28: cruise? hrm... jules?
3/5: miami

hrm... my december appears to be empty. i'm going to need to go somewhere then... feb, too.
oh, oops, am i rubbing it in? hehehe :P i'm such a biatch. hehe.

wooohoooo! :D

foooood...

i finally got to go grocery shopping yesterday... we were literally out of food....

this is what we had in our fridge and freezer:

fridge:
2 gallons of milk (only because steve got them)
1 stick of butter
tabasco sauce (green and red)
other various condiments (ketchup, mustard, etc.)
beer
1 tomato
4 slices of swiss cheese
bunny's greens and carrots
4 tortillas

freezer:
3 frozen meals
ice cream
2 ice cream sandwiches
a couple of bags of frozen veggies
frozen mahndoo (which steve doesn't like)
1 frozen piece of salmon
box of chik patties

even the pantry was pretty empty... feels so good to have food again... although, i still have to go to costco tonight. that'll be another $100. uuuffff...

i'm hungry thinking about food...well, i was hungry anyway....

the music that they constantly play.... says nothing to me about my life....

i could listen to morrissey over and over again and not get sick of him or his songs.

driving to work was brutal this morning. there was nothing good on the radio. there never is anymore. i'm prolly just an old fart, but still... i just can't stand most of the shit they play these days. it's really pretty depressing. so i switched over to my cd player and morrissey was in and he's singing the line that's the title of my post... and i felt instantly better.

if you've never watched pensacola: wings of gold... or wings of fire... or... fuck. i dunno. anyway, if you've never seen it, thank your tv gods... i was at the gym this morning and this show was on tnt... it was the absolute worst show i've ever seen. the dialogue was terrible, the acting was terrible... it was SO bad it was almost good. almost. i really don't think they could've increased the cheese factor. i'm sure these terrible actors are making way more money than i do, but i'd be so embarrassed if i were an actor on the show and someone asked me what i did... and i told them i was an actor on THIS show... omg. it was a travesty. and i hope to god i never have to watch it again...

it was way better than the faith healing show that was on the other channel... this guy's totally jerking this lady around... i mean, physically... if she wasn't hurt before, she certainly is now.

and they didn't have the closed captioning on cnn... so, all i could do was read the ticker at the bottom... that gets old pretty quick. i'm going to need to subscribe to more magazines or something. and start bringing my music to the gym again. we get a total of 4 songs that rotate through their speakers: pieces of me (don't even know who sings it...), some avril lavigne song (i saw her perform it on SNL... dude, she sucks), either baby boy or naughty girl, and some guy band with some crap song. it's painful. it really is. but, my cd player is such a pain to carry around. pretty unwieldy. gonna have to invest in an ipod... the pink one :D or the green one :D or the blue one :D or the big white one and put all my music on it.. hrmm...

katie

yay :D katie's back on 8/14 at noon. too bad i'm out of town this weekend. oh well. i'll see her at the end of the month...

she's so good. she's the opposite of my brother... hehe... i'm glad she's coming back. i hope my parents change their mind and let her stay in the states for college. :(

i feel bad for steve, though :( he's going to be stuck at home with my family there all weekend. eep. not a very relaxing weekend for him!

my only korean, korean friend. hehe

she only kicks it with koreans... and only dates koreans (well, seriously dates... there have been a couple of non-koreans! *gasp*)... introducing ji... you can't tell we're bright red because there's a light behind us. thank god. anyway, we were bright friggin' red in this pic. hehe...

i'm such an idiot.

i thought i published my last post, but i clicked on save as draft. oops.

anyway, we watched the big bounce last night. not a great movie. but owen wilson (once again) just made that movie. he is the saviour of B flicks. there are a couple of movies that even he couldn't save, but it's not like he's god or anything. :P

the movie was entertaining enough, though... elmore leonard books make for entertaining movies, usually... steve and i brought a bunch of elmore leonard books with us when we went to europe... for train and plane rides and such. they were quick and easy reads. and we could just leave them there for the next bored traveller when we were done, thus making our backpacks a LOT lighter by the end of the trip.

man, that was a fun trip... even if i did get deathly ill and couldn't really enjoy barcelona :( i wouldn't trade that trip for anything, though. i would love to go back sometime... maybe when we're all old and retired. hehe... that would be great. except we wouldn't be able to walk around too much. but it'd still be fun. i know it's silly and sentimental, but i think i would like to travel with steve when we're old... and we can hold hands and walk around and go to bed early hehe... but most likely, it'd not be that great. i'd probably still have a bad temper and get mad at steve for no reason and i'd be drooling all over myself, spilling food and getting into car accidents and shit like that...

what the hell was i writing about? i'm losing my mind. i think it's brain failure due to being overpowerpointed. at least the presentation's still under 200 pages including the appendix. woohoo! sometimes, it can get to be over 400 pages and that's when you really go insane.

i need a new job. one that doesn't require me to ever use powerpoint again. EVER. i think my dream job would be not to have to work at all. my dream job is to be a lady of leisure. hehehe. when i first got out of college and first started working, i thought that it would be SO weird if i didn't work and i thought that even if i didn't need the money, i would continue to work. i know i've only been working full-time for about 5 years now, but it feels like 10. i swear i age twice as fast now than i did when i was in school.... ahhh, so why don't you go back to school, you ask? i couldn't handle anymore homework or tests. hehe... basically, i'm lazy.

well, i think i would feel bad if i didn't work at all ever again cuz i wouldn't want steve to have the full burden of supporting me... and i'd feel guilty... maybe i could work part-time. hehe... i don't think i'd hate my job so much if i could just work part-time. like, show up for the first and last weeks of every month. or even if i just got every wednesday off or something. i'd even settle for that. i wish they'd give us an option to work 10 hour days, 4 days a week. that would be nice. and it's not my boss. i mean, he makes my job tolerable. i think it's just the thought of working for The Man.

i really should do something about that... but, what????

final fantasy: crystal chronicles

i started playing ff:cc on saturday night, briefly... it was kinda fun... the characters are oh, so kawaii!!!! gameplay's a little hard to get the hang of. and it's not turn-based which i like better for the ff games... but, it's okay... EXCEPT... the saving. you have to leave the town you're in to save. which would be fine, if they plopped you back where you saved. but, no. they put you back at the beginning of the town and you have to fight all the same monsters again. which is a serious pain.

so, on saturday night, i played for maybe an hour or so... and went to sleep... now, throughout the level, it will stop the gameplay after something happens and it'll say: New Diary Entry... and there were no save points... so, this whole time i'm assuming that the new diary entries are saves. i'm just glad i was too tired to play anymore. i would've been PISSED OFF if i played any more than that...

yeah, so i had to redo it yesterday... when i found out, i was all mumbling: goddamn mother fucking whores... good thing steve already knows i'm crazy. otherwise, he would've been scared. heh.

things they could do to make ff:cc better:
1. make the characters more responsive to the attack button. every time i push the "A" button, it takes forever for the stupid character to attack. it's almost impossible to make the character do a combo move.
2. make the character MOVE when you push the thumbstick. i kept on getting hit even when i was trying to move it. you can't hit and run as fast as you'd like to. it sucked ass.
3. put some effin' save points in the damned game. and start you off where you saved last.

i only played that one level, so i'm sure i'll have more complaints... hehe... i was so pissed yesterday, i was gonna get rid of the game... i'll give it another try, though. maybe tonight.

holy babbler, batman!

so, i get onto my dashboard and i have 69 posts... damn. i ramble a LOT. scary.

last night we went to a friend's housewarming party (jules, you get that pic? hehe. send it over to me... i wanna see what i texted you. i can't remember....hehe)... it was all right.... i never hang out with that many korean people at a time... it was like culture shock for me. hehe... i'm ji's whitest friend. hehe... everyone was nice enough, i guess... i didn't really know anyone... so it was kinda weird. drank too much. and then i passed out in the car on the way home. heh...

i had like 3 cigarettes though. i felt sick afterwards. and the night before i had 2 or 3 drags off of ben's cigarette... i think steve's okay with it as long as i don't start up again. i think i'll be okay, as long as i don't buy my own pack. heh. as long as i have to mooch, i won't get hooked again. yeah. yeah. yeah. actually, i'm not craving any today. so i think i'm good. ... do i sound like i'm trying to convince myself? heh. i'm serious, though!

but, this is my year to have fun... you know, go nuts and get all my vices out of the way... heh. although, after taking that hell test, i think i may not need to have any more fun. hehe... i'm still baffled that jules got a lower score than i did. sheesh. what is this world coming to.

mmm. steve just made us blueberry milkshakes. i told him i like his milkshakes... he told me he likes mine :P he's silly.

the japanese executives are back next week... that's the only reason why i'm on a computer today. i'm working ... only on draft 2 of the final presentation i need to do. hopefully this week will go by fast... i'm looking forward to seeing jules and jeaneil up in napa.

which reminds me... the massage people never sent me any sort of confirmation that they were gonna go to jeaneil's on saturday afternoon... i'd better email them again.

Okay. Bastards. They'd better email me back this time.

Yesterday, Ji was trying to tell me that I needed to be friends with Mel because we've been friends for over a decade. Whatever. I told her, "Uhm, no. I don't."

Ji: But, Grace...
Me: Yeah?
Ji: You should call her.
Me: No. I really don't want to. She's so different now, we have nothing in common, she's condescending and judgemental, so no.
Ji: Okay...

hehe. since when did ji turn into the nice girl? sheesh. hehehe. ooh, i hope our 10 year reunion isn't uncomfortable, though. i keep having friggin' dreams about her stupid wedding. i can't wait until this whole clusterfuck of an event is over!

it's 11:15 sunday... hehe... waiting for julia to call me.... can't wait to hear the scoop on his stupid family. heh.

powerpoint calls. kill me now.

last post...

good god.. i couldn't let the last post of my day be about some cheesy teen movie...

it's friday... and it's time to drink.

unfortunately, i have to work this weekend... and my dad's bugging me to do some shit for him. *sigh* sometimes, that man drives me insane.

but at least it's friday....

13 going on 30...

so, i watched 13 going on 30 last night. for the record, i didn't pick the movie... but in his defense, i think he just wanted to see jennifer garner in a pink nightie. anyway, yeah. despite the fact that i seriously thought i would never see that movie, i did... and surprisingly enough, i enjoyed it.

the two kids that play jenna and matt as kids were terrific together. you could really believe that they were best friends... and in the beginning when she hurts him, you could seriously feel that pain. i almost cried. i swear! hehe. i was all tearing up. hehe.

jennifer garner does a kickass job of portraying a confused, awkward 13 year old in the body of a successful, beautiful 30 year old... there were quite a few cringe moments... heh. like when her boyfriend starts stripping for her... to ice, ice baby... and a medley of other songs... of course he's a hockey player which makes it even funnier because of the song and the ice... and well, never mind. you get it, right? heh.

ooh, ooh. one of my favorite lines was when jennifer garner is in the elevator with a 13 year old girl and the girl says to her: i like your dress. and she replies back (a little too enthusiastically): thanks! that's cuz i've got these incredible boobs to fill it out!

when her 30 year old body is walking around on those heels in the beginning, she has the awkward coltish gait of a 13 year old trying on her mom's heels... it's really quite endearing...

andy serkis is devilishly wonderful as jenna's boss. every line he delivers is crisp... it took me a while to realize that he was andy serkis... all i could think about was gollum ... "we wants it! and the nasty little hobbitses took the precious!"

but, i have some beef with the movie... i know it's just a movie and all but...
1. if her family and matt's family live next door to each other in new jersey all their lives... WHERE'S the NJ accent???
2. (this is actually a funny comment from steve) what white taxi driver is not gonna know rick springfield from springsteen?
3. and my comment was: what guy from NJ is going to confuse rick springfield with THE BOSS? good god! jersey LOVES springsteen! hehe...
4. so, in order for a woman to be completely happy, she shouldn't be a successful mag editor.. instead, she should get married to her childhood sweetheart and move into a friggin' pink barbie dreamhouse? what, she couldn't have it both ways? sheesh... in order to be nice, you have to be conventional? in order to be happy you can't be a high-powered executive? (although, in my company, you can't be woman and nice and powerful... but that's a whole other rant... i don't know how it is in other corps...)
5. if matt's an artsy photographer living in the village, he is NOT moving into the damn 'burbs into a friggin' pink barbie dreamhouse... if he marries her and they're all nice and happy together, he wouldn't turn into the quirky artist type he became... he's going to wake up and ask, is this my beautiful house? is this my beautiful wife? and he'll realized that he missed out on life.
6. and finally, you know part of the reason why she decided on getting together with matt in the end was cuz he ended up being a sensitive hottie, as opposed to the blond idiotboy she WAS seeing.

who knew i would get so heated about a movie geared to 13 year olds????

okay, but despite my cynicysm, it really was pretty enjoyable. a lot better than i thought it would be. also, when i first saw mark ruffalo, i didn't think he was that cute, but he sure got a lot better looking as the movie went on...

goddamn, that's funny...

i haven't seen this movie, but just the ad alone is enough to make me want to pay full admission at the theater....


Caption reads: Even sworn enemies can agree on one thing, Napoleon Dynamite is totally cool!

r.i.p., mr. james...

yes, he was a little crazy, but still... damn, nobody could make me shake my money maker the way he did...

Funk Singer Rick James Dies in Los Angeles

LOS ANGELES - Funk legend Rick James, best known for the 1981 hit "Super Freak," died Friday, apparently of natural causes, police said.

James died at 9:45 a.m. at a residence near Universal City, said Police
Department spokeswoman Esther Reyes.

"We learned of his death after responding to a radio call," Reyes said.

After his big hit, James' fame began to fade as he became embroiled in drugs, legal problems and health issues.

James was convicted in 1993 of assaulting two women. The first attack occurred in 1991 when he restrained and burned a young woman with a hot pipe during a cocaine binge at his house in West Hollywood. He was free on bail when the second assault occurred in 1992 in James' hotel room.

James was sentenced to more than two years in state prison.

In 1997, he released a new album, but a year later he suffered a stroke while performing at Denver's Mammoth Events Center, derailing a comeback tour.

In 1998 he also underwent hip replacement surgery.

With his trademark Jheri curl, James was one of the biggest R&B stars of the 1980s, using danceable rhythms and passionate ballads to gain a wide following. Aside from "Super Freak" — which MC Hammer used a decade later as the backing track for his monster hit "U Can't Touch This" — James' hits included "Mary Jane," "Ebony Eyes" and "Fire and Desire," a stirring duet
with Teena Marie.

are yooooou going to hell??? :P

http://www.bordergatewayprotocol.net/jon/humor/web_animations/HellTest.swf

i just wanted to let y'all know, i'm not going straight to hell :P i got a 146 - i'm enjoying life to the max. hehe...

that damned personality test...

i'm guessing they can't figure out if i'm rational or emotional since all the other letters came out the same. although, this description may fit me better, i think i'm more emotional than rational. well, i dunno. i'm emotional about certain things... but other things... well, hrm. i have no idea. now i'm just confused.

also, i'm very, very funny. no ifs about it :P

You are an SRDF--Sober Rational Destructive Follower. This makes you a font of knowledge. You are cool, analytical, intelligent and completely unfunny. Sometimes you slice through conversation with a cutting observation that causes silence and sidelong glances. You make a strong and lasting impression on everyone you meet, the quality of which depends more on their personality than yours.

You may feel persecuted, as you can become a target for fun. Still, you are focused enough on your work and secure enough in your abilities not to worry overly.

You are productive and invaluable to those you work for. You are loyal, steadfast, and conscientious. Your grooming is impeccable. You are in good shape.

You are kind of a tool, but you get things done. You are probably a week away from snapping.

Addendum, 2004/07/19: this fits me 99%, there is a slight inaccuracy however. We are not necessarily completely unfunny. If we have a sense of humor (I do) it surfaces on the occasion with well-timed, completely dry, very sarcastic, wit. - Chase

will ferrell as bush... just classic

check out ACT's commercial... it's friggin' fantastic!!! :D

http://whitehousewest.com/

dear, jules...

my apologies for calling you a lazyass yesterday...

it's now 12:30ish in the afternoon. i just walked into work half an hour ago.

i'm the biggest slacker ever. i'm finally past the denial phase. maybe i can get through these 12 steps!

hehe...

bunny buns...

we picked up monkey from the vet's.... she's pretty mellow. i'm not sure if it's the drugs or if she's just exhausted from getting spayed or what... i wish i could get the drugs she's on right now. hehe.

she's just chillin' outside on the balcony. i hope she starts eating soon.

i'm just drinking at home. supposed to be working since i did jackshit while i was at work... now i have to catch up at home. d'oh! but, now i'm buzzed and i REALLY don't feel like working. well, i never feel like working, really...

okay. i'm working now...

oy vey.

personality test...

i just took a personality test that labeled me:

You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.You are not to be messed with. You may explode.

check out the test:
http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Personality&page=1

i'm not sure if this is right or not... i don't think it is... i'm totally easily distracted from the task at hand. for example, i haven't done shit at work all day. now i'm going to have to take it all home. heh. i don't think my friends find me remote and a hard nut to crack... or maybe they don't tell me that cuz i'm inaccessible :P i may need to take the test again. heh...

gracie...

i know my blog has gracie in it, but it doesn't mean that just anyone can call me gracie... i don't mind when my friends call me gracie... and it's basically just my friends who read my blog... so that's okay... and if strangers read my blog, i don't really care if they think my name is gracie...

what bugs me is when people at work think it's okay to call me gracie. it is not okay to call me gracie. only people who i am fond of can call me gracie. there is one lady at work who calls me gracie that i'm cool with. unfortunately, she's friends with other people who think that because SHE calls me gracie, THEY can call me gracie. i'm not sure if this is even making sense...

anyway, it fucking bugs. i don't know why. it just does.

couple of the best websites i've ever come across...

http://maddox.xmission.com

the above site has some of the best hate mail responses ever :D


need i say more????
http://sweetjesusihatebilloreilly.com/

princess bride

so, i just looked at mel and stan's wedding registry again. now she's got the vera wang and kate spade stuff...

the funniest part about that, though is that she did that after jules told her about abigail's registry. now, we all know abigail's gonna have a princess wedding... but, we never expected mel to, really... now she's wanting it to be like a real princess wedding because she's gotta have something... since she doesn't have a real groom.

this whole wedding is such a farce. to be honest, i feel like she just REALLY, REALLY wanted to get hitched after i got married. she's always been a little competitive with me in weird ways.

it's too bad she slept with him. some people can sleep around, others just can't. i knew she'd get all attached to him if she slept with him. i warned her.

EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN TO ME! I KNOW EVERYTHING!!!! buuuwahahahahhahaha!

stupid customers

my husband got this from a customer today...

"Also, this week, we are having problems with different fax machines. We have had this problem before and it was because our lines and Qwest we not "in sink" with each other. I don't know the terminology. It is spermatic, but most of the faxes can sometimes send and sometimes not."

and you gotta LURVE the "in sink"... it almost would've been better if she typed "n'sync."

okay... what the fuck????

hehehe one of his friends wrote back with:

sperm.at.ic -- Pronunciation Key (sperm-AT-ick) also sperm.at.i.cal adj.
1. Occurring at irregular intervals, in spurts or gobs; sometimes prematurely or not at all. See Synonyms: gismodic.
2. Appearing in large, swimming schools, as a fish or tadpole.
3. An Ecstatic display of appreciation; "He was spermatic at the sight of her"

*i heart his geek friends* hehehe

monkey ... hump day... and other stuff...

so, we took the bunny in to get spayed today. apparently, if you don't spay them, female bunnies have a very high chance of getting uterine cancer. *sigh* so i'm in a bad mood today. i feel all worried.

we were in the waiting area and someone brought their cats in (they were in carriers, the bunny was not). so, one of the cats starts meowing and you should've seen the bunny. her eyes grew all wide and her pupils dilated and her ears went flat down against her back. she was so scared. it was funny... in a sad sort of way.

i hope they get done fast. i wanna take her home and baby her.

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we watched starsky and hutch last night. it was pretty darned funny. maybe more so because i had read so many bad reviews on it, i was just expecting the worst? i dunno. i absolutely adore owen wilson, though. he is so goddamned funny. he just has that comic timing and he can pull off lines like nobody's business. i like ben stiller, too... though i think he's a tad bit overrated. i did like him in zoolander, though. heh. anyway, the extra content on the S&H dvd is enough to rent it. there's a snoop 'fashion show' and some interviews that just cracked me up.

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i got this great brown rice and green tea stuff at the korean store the other week. it's WAY better than the other brands i've been drinking. this is much smoother and there's no sediment at the bottom of the cup. mmm. tasty.

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i got an email from this guy who apparently has his stupid short film showing at some festival. normally i would be excited for people who could do such things, but he's such a wanker. when i was at my cousin's funeral (miss you, joe) and we were all hanging out at someone's house, he like, forced people to watch his stupid flicks. i had to leave. i was so annoyed so i never saw either one of them. i did hear that his movies absolutely bite, though. farkin' wanker.

it's so annoying. all of a sudden, he's best friends with joe. what-the-fuck-ever. he was already getting on my nerves, but then he starts talking condescendingly to my brother and sister like they're stupid or something. ("you remember your cousin, joe, don't you? joe? your cousin? i was his best friend.") and then somehow the fact i got a 99 percentile on the psat came up and he was just FLOORED. ("oh! i didn't know you were smart. wow! i can't believe YOU got a higher score than ME. etc, etc, etc.) he just thinks so highly of himself, it's unfuckingbelievable. i hate people with his characteristics. normally, i respect artists. it's definitely not easy making a short film or making music or writing... lord knows i can't do it... but i can't respect him. he reminds me of someone else i hate... stan. fuck stan, too. mel's making the biggest mistake of her fucking life. it's too bad she's too stupid to see it.

i'm so sick of dealing with the majority of people. i wish i could live out in bumblefuck somewhere. it's too bad i would miss korean food... and just the option of going out, even if i don't feel like it. heh...

anyway, thank god it's hump day. wish it was friday, though....

slacker...

how the hell am i supposed to fuck around when i have to work??? :( damn.

perfume lady's back

she's in a meeting in my boss' office which is right in front of my cube. and i can smell her perfume from here and i'm sick again. blech. i already had a headache from the last time she was here and the perfume was finally starting to dissipate. oh, lord. i wish i was congested today... although i have a feeling i would still be able to smell it.

the bro

hehehe. my brother is supposed to write my parents once a week when he's at the school. he is already ready to come home. har! that's so funny cuz he has months of suffering to go yet.

he hasn't even been there a week yet. har!

blogging is fun!

especially when you're a narcissist like me! :D (see? it always comes back to being about me... hehe)

perfume

there's a girl at work... well, woman, really. anyway, she wears SO much perfume it literally makes me sick. she came by right before lunch and i could taste her perfume on my tongue. and my stomach was empty... so i got really nauseated...

i came back to my desk after lunch and i SWEAR i can still smell it...

i have a headache now... blech.

i'm a ghost!

everyone's coming back from vacation and they're all so dark! damn! i mean, i'm always kinda pale... even when i'm dark, i'm pale... but damn! i'm really, really unhealthy looking. hehe...

i feel old...

i can't believe that it's already august. where does the time go? before ya know it it'll be winter again. i feel like every time i blink another day goes by.

and i'm in a bad mood today. we have to take our bunny to get spayed tomorrow and i really, really, really don't wanna do it :( :( :( *sigh* i have to quit taking out my bad mood out on steve :( i did it again this morning :(

and i'm annoyed with this new terror alert. the repubs are gonna play it up as much as possible and then say it was due to w's hard work and dedication that we thwarted another enemy attack. greeeat. that's another 4 years for him. *sigh* i mean, i'm not saying that the information they got was fake or that they were holding onto it until it was most advantageous... well, maybe they were. hehe... but, i know what's going to happen in november. and it makes me really sad. also, teresa would've been a kickass first lady to have. even better than hillary. oh well. i'll still keep my fingers crossed, though.

Gerald McBoingBoing

i just remembered... on the hellboy dvd extras, there were these cartoons about a boy named gerald mcboingboing... it was kinda trippy. instead of using words, he'd make noises like boing boing and other things like trains, etc. anyway, the first one was written by dr. seuss. it was entertaining... the other 2 weren't written by dr. seuss. the 2nd one was all prose and the third was written to emulate dr. seuss... and the writers tried, but it just didn't flow like the dr. seuss one. anyway, yeah... i've never heard of such a cartoon! crazy.

julia in all her hotness :P

dayam! heheh. is that a skirt or a belt? hehehe... and you makin' any money off this or what? hehehehe... :D

steve's prolly all happy jules is my friend :D


OMG!

80's cover songs

i didn't know this, but 311 did a cover of the cure's lovesong. now, i love that song. sure, it's cheesy and stuff, but i still love it. so, how did 311 manage to fuck it up? i dunno. it's got this slight reggae beat in it... and the guy isn't doing his normal stupid voice... so, that's good... but, it sounds dead. i dunno. robert smith gives it a desperate edge, i guess... 311 managed to completely kill it.

i could dig the songs... if they didn't ruin it... like the remake of mad world. i dunno who did it, but it's awful. and i hate those flashdance outfits. well, maybe i hate them cuz i wouldn't be able to pull it off. hehe... the only song that's decent is no doubt's remake of it's my life...

i noticed that there seems to be a resurgence of 80s songs and fashions..... scary. heh. i'm going to cut bangs and make them skyhigh again. oh, yes and purchase aqua net and wear leg warmers... yeah, baby :D

i'm disturbed...

well, i've always been disturbed, but right now i'm more disturbed than usual. a friend sent me this porn pic of this woman and she's on the ground and her legs are in the air and we have a very clear view of her butthole... which would've almost been normal... except... the hole is HUGE i mean.... you could put softballs... or whiffle balls in there... i dunno... i'm just going to say it was photoshopped... it had to have been. i mean... is that possible? i should've paid more attention in anatomy class. heh.

i'm feeling ill.

i had to share with someone so i sent it to steve... heh. he's gonna be like, "wtf???? my wife is crazy."

poor guy. heh.

the weekend...

why is it that i can wake up on the weekend at 6am and be fine, but come monday, i can barely roll my lazy ass out of bed at 7:30? and then i'm groggy all day... sheesh...

weekend was good. went to my cousin's to celebrate their 10 year anniversary (i was wrong about the 11th or 12th anniversary... ). i really didn't do much of anything all weekend. it was kinda nice, especially after last weekend. too much to do.

we watched hellboy, finally. i liked it. if i tried to explain the plot here, it would sound all convulted. but, when you're watching it, it all makes sense... and despite the moral underpinings of good versus evil (and how everyone has both seeds in them, it's up to the person to decide which seeds to cultivate) it was a really fun movie. even with the lesson in morality, it never gets bogged down. it manages to stay light and fun. del toro does a good job of keeping the movie going. and the look of the movie is really nice... i really liked the movie sets. just creepy enough, but not overdone. anyway, i may have to start reading the comics now...

but, when we're about halfway through the movie, my mom calls. i ignore it, as i usually ignore the first call she makes. i figure if it's important, she'll leave a message or she'll call again. 15 or 30 minutes later, she calls again. so, i'm thinking it's important. but it's not. she just keeps talking and talking... and i'm telling her i'm busy watching a movie. but her reasoning is: you're watching it at home, so you can talk and watch at the same time! i kind of just said, no, i can't and said i had to go and hung up on her. i called her later to apologize, but jeez. that's just annoying. she does that all the time. i went to breakfast with a friend and his brother and my mom's all trying to have a conversation with me... this is a woman who won't talk to me on her way out the door. she's on a cell phone. it's mobile. she's gonna get into a car and drive somewhere and she can't talk to me? whatever.

i do need to work on my temper, though. i tend to lose my temper at my mom. and people at work. and pretty much everyone. this morning was bad. i wanted to get to work on time today, but i couldn't find my keys... and i was already 10 minutes late... so i'm cursing and slamming doors and yelling... it was quite unnecessary... and i felt better... but that was after i subjected steve to about 5-10 minutes of screaming and yelling and cursing... *sigh* i really have to learn to control that. i don't know how steve can be so calm all the time. never loses his cool... well, almost never. heh... there are those videogame moments... :P

speaking of videogames, my thumb is sore. damn those ham-ham games. kawaii! i can't get enough of them! i'm playing at lunch today :D i played a demo of sudeki yesterday. i thought i was going to like it more. the movements are kind of awkward and the gameplay isn't exactly intuitive. but, at least now i know i don't need to buy that game... maybe tonight i'll try to play final fantasy crystal chronicles. i know i really should play more of FFX-2... but jules ruined it for me. hehe. she played it and in one night passed my level... by a lot... and i'd been playing it for a while. so yeah. i suck. heh.

yeah, this weekend was good.... all i did was play video games and read and eat. :D it was nice. i'm already thinking about next weekend... heh