Wednesday

I thought they were going to cry at work when they saw me.  They started screaming and hollering, “Rosie’s back!”  It was almost surreal.  They thought I wasn’t coming back till Friday.  Dammit, I should have stayed home a day.

Back on the protein diet + P90X.

When I went to sleep that night, it was horrible.  I don’t like sleeping by myself and I missed Big Bang telling me stories and tickle torturing me.

Thursday

Work. Work and more work.

Cheese + turkey are my friends.  I’m on a new protein shake now.  It’s got less carbs than the other one I was using as a meal replacement.

Yay P90X.

Sleep.  It’s not the same…

Friday

I was cracked out at work.  I’m only three days in and it’s definitely back to the grind.

+5 lbs in Chicago.  - 4 lbs since returning to California.  Go me.

It was my mom’s birthday.  Damn she’s old.  I asked her what she wanted and she told me that she wanted “In-N-Out”.

When I got home after work with her dinner, I waited patiently for her, while she was mindlessly talking on the phone for another thirty minutes.  The food was cold, I had to microwave it to warm it up.  Gross.  I got tired of waiting and ate my protein burger (cheeseburger without the bun, wrapped in lettuce) by myself.  Then my brother and his girlfriend called the house and wished her a happy birthday.  She was all happy talking to them on the phone while she continued to ignore me.  When she was finished talking on the phone, she went off on me about everything and she really made me angry.

I didn’t want to be a complete bitch to her on her birthday so I told her “whatever you want, umma” and walked upstairs and into bed. The woman can never say anything nice to me.  No wonder I’m so fucked up.  Because of her, I probably will wait till my mother dies before I get married.  No one should be subjected to her bullshit.

I texted Batman and Boji Stone.  I talked to Boji Stone on the phone for a little bit, btw I’m glad you’re doing better after your surgery.

I tossed and turned throughout the night.

Currently listening to: Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson

Tuesday Night

I didn’t even see my brother as he pulled up to the curb.  It wasn’t until he got out of the car that it registered.  He was here to pick me up.  He grabbed my luggage and placed them into the trunk.

I thought for sure he was going to immediately start bitching about paying for the parking or the “inconvenience” I caused him, but he didn’t.  In fact he was fucking Chatty Kathy, it caught me off guard.  He was openly talking about his business trip, the food he had there, his surprise proposal, and his plans for the upcoming month.

My stomach started growling and he said, “Hey, it’s OC Restaurant Week.  Let’s go to Zimzala.”  I thought to myself, “So much for eating healthier when I come back home…”

When we got to Zimzala, it was dead.  We were the only patrons there dining in the restaurant area.  There were a couple of people at the bar.  I wondered if this place was going to be fail…where were the people?

30 bucks per person on their prix fixe menu.  It was a pretty good deal considering how delicious everything tasted.

The chef provided us with an amuse bouche on the house.

White bean soup with bacon pieces.

Black truffle risotto: mushrooms, Parmesan, mascarpone, arugula, and pancetta.

It was so good…but I was too full.  The risotto was cooked *just right*.  This place and Brazzaz have the best risotto.  My brother ended up eating the rest of this dish.

Apple crisp with vanilla ice cream.  Okay, I had to have a bite of this and just as it looked…delicious.  I hated the fact that I couldn’t eat it all.  When my brother ate this, his only words were “this is it”.

I had to order a cup of java because I still had a long way to drive home and I was already sleepy.

I dropped my brother off at his place and drove home.

I texted Big Bang to let him know that I was still alive.

I thought about: Big Bang, my Chicago friends, work, and repeat.  I missed them all so much (not work).  I got lost in all the sappy songs playing on the radio.  Oh Kelly Clarkson, could you sing anymore depressing love songs?  I think my hormones were fucked up since I stopped taking Yaz (birth control) and I was beginning to get emo.

When I got home, my cat was waiting by the front door, eagerly awaiting my arrival.  I hugged her and she followed me upstairs.  I washed up and collapsed into bed.  I had to get up for work in less than four hours.

Tomorrow…I’ll go back on my protein diet and P90X cause this shit is ridiculous!  Non-stop feedbag, carbo loading, gaining five pounds while on vacation crapola needed to stop…with a quickness!

Tuesday

Our last day here. How depressing. *le sigh* I can’t believe how quickly these days have gone. I’ve had so much fucking fun that I don’t want it to stop…but this is it.

He didn’t sleep much last night either. Pobrecito. I gave him a back massage, his back wasn’t accustomed to this bed and was acting up.

We showered, got dressed, and packed our bags.

We went to Dunkin’ Donuts, he had a jelly doughnut and we shared a cup of coffee.

Then we went to BofA so I could pull out money for Inny’s card, which I still needed to give to her. He pointed out that I had a superficial small palmar wart on my left hand.  To my surprise, he told me he had one too.  Gross, we’ve been holding warty hands.

We went back to Dunkin’ Donuts to wait for Batman.  He was going to meet up with us for lunch.   Originally, we were going to go to Portillos but in true fashion, I had to change the venue to Pequods, the self-proclaimed best pizza in the universe (they’ve got pizza AND Italian beef).

Batman was surprised I knew about this place…and so was I (thanks XL).  On the way there, we saw where Batman would be moving into next month.

Pequods was having a lunch special, 7″ deep dish + a drink for $4.99.  WTF, that’s like…unheard of.  But instead we ordered a bunch of food.  The food took awhile to prepare and we noticed that most of the patrons had called ahead for their orders.  Dang…now we know better.

Cheesy garlic bread.

Wings.

Italian Beef.

Medium deep dish: onion, cheese, sausage, mushrooms, and green pepper.
Homemade Italian sausages.  You can’t beat that…

I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs.

The food was delicious but we were so damn full.  Batman was about to bust out of his pants.  He ended up taking the leftover pizza.

I gave Batman Inny’s card.  Hopefully he won’t forget to give it to her.  *grin*

Funny how Batman and Big Bang both asked me if my laptop worked.  I shrugged and said, “I trust you.”  I haven’t even turned it on once while I was on this trip.

When Big Bang went to the bathroom, Batman told me that Suzy liked him and that I should totally go for it.  I told him, “we’ll see”.  He seemed disappointed with my answer.  I replied, “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”  I know he thinks that I’m jaded but I can’t help it.  I can’t start making plans with someone who lives on the other side of the country, besides…I was scared.  I most likely liked him more than he liked me and I didn’t want to get all crazy about it.  Just go with the flow, that way if things don’t work out, I won’t be so fucked up about it.  He seemed to understand and wished us luck.  I know that he just wants me to be happy and to find someone I can torture lovingly for the rest of my life.  It was good though to know that my closest friends thought that Big Bang was a great guy too.  Their perspectives made me feel better, not that I had any doubts that he was an awesome guy anyway.

After we finished, I hugged Batman goodbye and wished him luck with the leftovers.

We were still full so we walked around the block until we were good and cold.

We thought about going to the coffee shop across the street but it looked…meh.

We went to Dunkin’ Donuts for our last hurrah.  I ordered a large coffee and five glazed munchkins.

We went to Costco to fill up on gas and headed towards the airport.  We returned the rental and took the shuttle to our terminals.  He was in one, I was in two.  We split up to check-in.  The security line took forever.  Gah.  I wish they would hurry up and get the body scans already.  I was excited to see him again even though I just saw him.  Damn, I’m stupid.

When we got through the security lines, we met up again.  We sat down, he bought juice, and I ate a couple of munchkins and gave the rest to him.  I saw him looking at my phone.  I think that he purposefully moved the time stamp on my phone, which used to separate the ugly dolls, Babo and Bird, towards the top.  I remembered feeling so dejected when he first put it there, separating the dolls, but I had grown accustomed to it over the past few months and not seeing it there made me a bit of anxious.  Every time the time stamp bar moved, I moved it back.  I wasn’t trying to intentionally hurt his feelings, if he did move it, but in my own silly way, I had to move it to the center…as if to protect myself.  From what?  I don’t know.  Him? Myself?

I had the brilliant idea of going to the Children’s Museum.  Yeah, whatever.  That place was a piece of shit.  When we got there, we were like this is it?  *groan*

We sat at the bench and I asked him to read more from his mom’s book.  He read a couple of pages and then he got uncomfortable reading it.  I wanted him to keep reading but I knew that when he closed the book, there would be no compromising.  It must have been a difficult time in his life and family’s and decided not to push it.

We continued sitting there, holding hands, and me leaning on his shoulder.  We were people watching and saw an ugly ass baby.  I hate to say it but damn, that baby was fugly, forrils.  We saw another kid walking past us, scared shitless because of Big Bang (not that he looks scary or anything).  Haha.  I was waiting for Big Bang to say “Boo!” to the kid.

When he asked me if I would ever move back to Chicago, my response came out rather quickly.  “No.  Been there, done that.”  Moving back would be a great option for me but maybe if it were on a permanent level…

He asked me what I was thinking.  I had so many thoughts but I couldn’t properly articulate them and to be frank, I was kind of embarrassed.  I told him, “I’ll tell you later.”

Before I knew it…it was boarding time for me.  He walked me to my gate, where I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.  He didn’t even have to ask for a hug this time.

When I sat down in my seat, the passenger next to me asked me if I had a good time in Chicago.  My eyes started to well up.  I’m so fucking lame.  I told myself not to cry.  I told her, “yes”, and looked the other way.  There was a certain element of emptiness that I felt.  No more Big Bang, no more Chicago friends, and no more Windy City.  I took two Dramamines and was fast asleep before the plane even took off.

It wasn’t until we were in mid-flight when I smelled something vile in the air.  Three rows ahead of me, a child was barfing her brains out.  She didn’t barf just once or twice.  More like eight or nine times. This went on for the rest of the flight.  The flight attendants were busily providing the parents with a garbage bag and spraying the aisles.

I really wanted to give the kid my leftover Dramamine but wasn’t sure how she would react to it.  Fuck if she got an allergic reaction to it or something, my ass would be grass, so I was left to suffer with the noxious stimuli, with the rest of the passengers.

When I landed, everything felt weird.  No snow, no freezing temperatures, the weather was balmy.  The plane arrived 30 minutes early.  I took off my coat and picked up my luggage at the carousel.  I waited and waited for my brother.  Maybe he was still pissed off at me about sending him my keys?  I texted him, “I’m ready.”  He called and said that he was on his way, he was just leaving work.

And here I am again, back in California.  I’m back bitches, miss me?

Monday

By this time, I decided that this whole mensuh shit is going to be a crap shoot.  I was still bleeding and decided to stop taking Yaz (oral birth control).  Yes, this is exactly why I prefer getting Depo.  I am so not compliant with anything…dammit.

Good Lord, I have done nothing but sleep, eat, drink, and go to the bathroom throughout this trip.  I felt like a bear going into hibernation.  The weather is gloomy and I’m definitely lacking Vitamin D.  I felt kinda gross yet comfortable.

We decided to make the most of this full day we had left in Chicago.  We woke up semi-early and made our way down to the train station.  We weren’t really sure what to do since neither of us took the Metra before.  When we got to the parking lot, Big Bang told me to remember 701 and 702.  Well…I remembered both the numbers but couldn’t remember which space we had parked in.  He had to go running back to where the car was parked to verify where the car was parked.

They weren’t selling tickets at the train stop.  We were told that we would have to purchase it from the train conductor.  Weird, but okay.  We boarded the train and got seats next to each other.  I tried falling asleep but failed, sleepy, haven’t had my morning coffee yet.  I held his hand and tried again to doze off.  The conductor came around and we were able to purchase our tickets from him.  It was $4 per person to get all the way to Union Station.  Not bad…not bad at all, especially since we didn’t have to worry about parking or traffic.

When we got to Union Station, I was HUNGRY.  We ate at the Corner Bakery.  I ordered the apple chicken sausage panini and he ordered the grilled ham and cheese panini.  We swapped our halves and of course his tasted better than mine.  I wasn’t in the mood to drink my orange juice so I gave mine to him.  I needed my crack…Dunkin’ Donuts, which was down the escalator and towards the back of the building.  We shared a cup of coffee and had a seat at the food court.

While we were talking, a black woman decided that she was gonna entertain us by getting on a pay phone and screaming at her boyfriend.  She was so damn fucking dramatic and loud that security had to tell her to STFU.  One minute she’d be crying about how she couldn’t do it anymore and then when he hung up on her, all hell broke loose.  She called him back and ripped him a new one.  This went on for a good 20 minutes or so.

We left because we had a lot of things to do, places to go to.

We took a cab to the Shedd Aquarium.

Holy fuck, does no one work in Chicago?  I swear to God, everyone was there with their brats.  Sweet Jesus.  Then they tried to get us to take more lame pictures together (which we also did not purchase).  We saw several exhibits: Waters of the World, Caribbean Reef, Amazon Rising, Polar Play Zone, and Wild Reef.

We also got to see the show “Fantasea”.

It was this really weird sci-fi, over-the-top, corny, tacky show.  I guess it wasn’t too bad since it was only $2 per person but still I wanted to see more of the animals and less of the “acting” from the humans.  Poor Big Bang, I think sitting on the stone benches for so long messed up his body.  He’s falling apart

We walked towards the Field Museum.  I was starting to get hungry again but decided to eat after looking at the exhibits here.  We saw the following exhibits: Ancient Americas (after awhile, they all started blurring into one another. Mexico, South America, North America.), Rocks and Fossils, DNA Discovery Center, Africa, and Sue.  I wanted to see The Nature of Diamonds (of course) but they wanted us to pay more for it.  Fuck that.  After awhile, Big Bang had to sit down, his right knee was fucked up.

We thought we’d have a snack, share a Chicago dog from a stand nearby, but unfortunately that bitch was closing for the day. *shakes fist*

We fearlessly walked down East Solidarity Drive, with the wind bitch slapping us in the face, no thanks to the breeze from Lake Michigan.  He put my hand in his pocket where he kept a warm pack to keep our hands warm.  Don’t ask me where my gloves or scarf were, probably somewhere in the abyss (aka my bag).  Even though it was fucking cold, I felt toasty.  Maybe it had to do with him?  I wondered what he was thinking…

We finally reached the Adler Planetarium.  Since we bought Chicago CityPASSES, we were able to see two shows here for free.  Yay!  We didn’t have much time so we had to hurry on up and purchase our tickets.  We watched: 3D Vision Imaging the Universe and Cosmic Collisions.  I fell asleep during both shows, even though he nudged me to wake me up.  We tried going to Galileo’s Cafe but they were closed.  So hungry…

It would have been cool to have gone to the Adler After Dark event.  Every third Thursday in the evening, they serve cocktails and appetizers, while looking at the stars and skyline.  How romantic.

We took another cab to the Willis Tower aka Sears Tower.  I don’t know why those fools had to change the name, it’s annoying as hell.  Holy fuck, the taxi cab stunk like shit.  It almost made me wanna vomit in the driver’s mouth.  He was on his cell phone speaking in “bastardized French” as Big Bang would say.  Damn, I wish I had some Febreeze or something then.  We weren’t sure whether to breathe out of our mouths, jump out of the car, or what.  Getting to the Sears Tower took FOREVER as a wave of nausea set forth.  We jumped out of the car to get some fresh air.

We asked the front security man where we could get some grub.  The suggestions were either Corner Bakery (no, thank you very much, we already did that), Starbucks, or Salseria.  So Salseria was it.  We got up on the escalator and went to the restaurant.  The place was dead.  We seated ourselves and after five minutes, the waiter came and took our orders.  He brought us chips and salsa.  After he replaced our first batch of chips, he told us that there was a salsa bar.  Errr.  We ended up mixing the roja and jalapeno salsa together.

I ordered the quesadilla con queso and he ordered the enchiladas.  Pseudo-Mexican food never tasted so damn good!

After we finished putting on the feedbag, we went downstairs, exited the building, walked around the corner, and entered the building again via the Skydeck entrance.  Again…yes again, they tried to make us take a stupid ass picture with the building as a backdrop, which we refused to buy again.  Why?  Why?

The view from the Skydeck was insane.  We were 412 meters above ground and had a visibility of approximately 40 miles.

One of my biggest fears is heights.  He tried to get me on the window platform but my palms were getting super sweaty and I was scared shitless.  I made the mistake of looking down instead of straight ahead.  It took me awhile before I could stand in the middle of the platform with him.

That’s some freaky ass shit!

I got text messages from Buck, he was in the loop and wanted to know if we needed a ride back to the train station.  We headed back downstairs and he picked us up.  Surprisingly, there was no traffic.

Our dinner plans were canceled with Baby Momma.  She ate bad Chinese food earlier in the day and was feeling sick.  Bummer.

We grabbed dinner at Yeowoosai.  Ice-T met up with us too.  We ordered popcorn chicken and kimchi fried rice.

It was okay but it would have been better if the ajumma made it instead of the Mexican in the kitchen.  WTF.  I was excited to have 팥빙수 (patbingsoo), since the picture of it was right in front of my face, but when I ordered it, they said it wasn’t available.  I wanted to tear that picture off the wall.  Damn tease.

I kinda regretted not taking Big Bang to a nice Corean restuarant…

Batman texted me to see where we were going to have dinner, but by that time, it was too late.  We were finished.

Ice-T said that we could get papingsu at Outdoor Cafe.  Really?  We’re going to go there again?  But yes…I need it…even if it is fucking cold outside, dammit.  And so the three of us went, Ice-T, Big Bang, and I.  Buck said that he had to go meet up with someone and wouldn’t be able to join us.  But then again, it was a fucking miracle that he went to Yeowoosai with us, since he hates Corean establishments.

I ordered the 팥빙수.

Ice-T ordered the fruit 빙수.

We all shared.

Big Bang wouldn’t let me order any coffee but was willing to let me have tea…okay. Compromise, right? Ice-T told us that my old stripper gal pal, Yvonna, was still working at Allstars.  Holy shibaloma.  Should we go? Would she recognize me after all these years?  Would she try to eat my snatch in the bathroom again? Oh wait, I’ve got mensuh still.  Ugh. Forget it.

After dessert, we went to Batman’s crib and picked up my laptop.  Batman said something about how he had drank all night and rattled off a list of drinks he had.

Ice-T dropped us off back at the train station. As Big Bang drove us back to the hotel, I started to get sad.  This would be our last night together in Illinois.

I quickly changed clothes, washed up, applied Salon Pas to his back and knee, and plopped into bed.  I wanted him to read me the rest of the book that his mother wrote.  I was so eager, I wanted to know!  I couldn’t leave without him finishing the book.  So instead of him reading it to me, I ended up reading it aloud and him correcting me (some of the words were illegible (for me anyway)).  I didn’t want to stop reading but he was getting tired and it was getting late.

Although I found the book fascinating, it also gave me some insight into his life and his family’s.  Not that I was trying to psychoanalyze anything, in fact quite the opposite.  He had cute idioms and was smart growing up. To be flying off to NYC, France, and all over the world while in grade school was a crazy notion for me.  My parents didn’t trust me enough to even leave the block, let alone the country.  Although we’re the same age, he’s far more mature than I am in certain aspects. His life is way more interesting than my life will ever be.

I closed my eyes and wished that I could have one more night with Big Bang and my friends.

Sunday

Well, we didn’t make it to church.  Surprise, surprise.  But then again, neither did Batman.  I woke up early but didn’t feel like getting out of bed at all.  I didn’t have a hangover, thank goodness.  I received a text message early in the morning from Yummy, stating that she was called into work and wasn’t sure when she would be finished.  Batman called me and asked me what we were doing and suggested that we have lunch at Gino’s East.

We later met up with Batman and Suzy.  I handed over my laptop and accessories to Batman.  He was going to reformat my harddrive.  I had way too many viruses on my computer and it was doing funky shit.  Musta been from the porn or something.  *whistles* Big Bang gave me shit about it since he had previously offered to help me too with my laptop but I declined.

We headed over to Rolling Meadows.  The restaurant is in the center of the hotel.  After waiting around like dumbasses, we found out that the pizza joint wasn’t even open.  Closed till 1600.  We were all starving by then and drove over to Lou Malnati’s.

Pizza.  Must…have…Chicago…deep…dish.

We ordered the Chicken Club salad.  Yum yum.  Romaine lettuce, grilled chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, mozzarella, cheddar, Volpi salami, mixed in with their yummy dressing with tortilla chips.

The bucket-sized drinks arrived too.  No wonder Americans are fat and have diabetes.  Shit the drinks were bigger than a 64 oz soda from 7-11.

We had two pizzas ordered.

Medium deep dish Lou pizza with sausages, onion, green pepper, tomatoes.  This was a freaking filling pizza.  I had a slice of this.  Big Bang had two or three slices with Batman.

Here’s a close up for you guys (Umikim + Boji Stone).  OMG, I know, right?

Medium thin crust spinach and hot giardiniera.  I had a slice of this.  I wasn’t expecting the giardiniera to taste like vinegar and hot peppers. But then again, what do I know? I’ve never had giardiniera.

They asked us how we met.  I felt like a deer with a pair of headlights shining into my face.  I told them that we’d talk about that later.  Suzy then asked if we knew how they met.  I told her, “no”.  Then she said had to go through things to get to him and then stopped talking about it.  Uh yeah…we’ll both talk about that some other time.  HAHA!

We made Batman take home the leftovers.

Yummy had texted me and said that she was now on her way home.  We headed down towards Corea Town…or what’s left of it anyway.  We arrived too early and we drove on the main streets to get a better feel of the area.  Can’t believe all the Corean stores are gone now…they moved up to the burbs.  Craziness.

We picked Yummy up and we weren’t really sure what to do.  All three of us ate before meeting up and it was too early to drink.  We went to Outdoor Cafe to hang out.  I ordered the hot green tea boba.  It was kinda gross but I still drank most of it anyway.

We sat back and talked about her job, the guy she’s been talking to lately, her mom, and life in general.  I was happy when she told me that she quit smoking and drinking.  Too bad I can’t say the same about me and drinking.  The two of us were yammering away while Big Bang sat back and listened.

Yummy told us about random phone calls she had received during the middle of the night.  The person on the other line would only say one word…”die”.  It kinda creeped me out because it reminded me of her ex boyfriend in Dallas.  Maybe he found her again?  We later decided to get back in the car and ride around.  We ended up going past Rogers Park, our old stomping grounds, and finally reached Evanston.  We weren’t really sure what we were going to do there since it started snowing.  Go visit Northwestern?  Go visit Inny’s parents?  We walked around Sherman Plaza, went into Barnes & Noble, and looked at furniture from Design Within Reach.

As we were heading back to her house, she told us about the bizarre love triangle she was involved in.  Yeesh.  I hate guys that play those fucked up games, going out with one girl yet pursuing another one, yet trying to keep everyone separated.  It never works out that way.

I felt badly about the short time I spent with Yummy.  I know that she is very busy with work and trying to do the best for herself and I had time constraints as well.  I miss the times we had when we shared a room and would stay up all night telling each other stories.  We definitely bonded when we lived with crazy White Julia.  Gah, when we came home from work, we’d find each other sitting on the front step, contemplating whether or not we want to go inside the house or not.

I wanted to say “hi” to her mom but Yummy told me that she “looked like shit” cause she was making kimchi.  Even still, it would have been nice to see her again.

When we dropped her off, we headed to Target to get more Prilosec for Big Bang.  I was in a texting frenzy between Ice-T, Cherry, and Batman to discuss our plans for supper.  Ice-T said he couldn’t make it because he already had dinner and wasn’t hungry.  So it was agreed, that we would meet up with Cherry and Batman at 1900 at Pete Miller’s in Wheeling.

I ordered a Midori Sour, which I almost got to finish.

I made Cherry tell the table the horrific blind date stories.  I don’t know why but it brings me such comfort knowing that I’m not the only one with bad stories.  There were instances when I had to tell him to slow down because he was talking too fast, and he didn’t have any caffeine either.

I started with a lobster bisque.  Yeah, I know…since when did I start eating seafood?  It was nice that it was served tableside.  Big Bang ate the rest of mine and then when the waiter offered to bring another hot one out, he ate that one too.

My main entree was a petite filet mignon with garlic mashed potatoes.  When I sliced a piece off I was disappointed to see that it was still medium.  I asked for well-done.  I hate blood on my steaks.  I figured I would eat around it but Batman pointed it out to the waiter and it went back on the grill.  When it came back out again, it was burnt and tough.

Big Bang ended up eating some of my steak along with his.  I think he really liked his steak because he ate all of it.  I’m not really sure where all the food goes on him since he’s hardly got any fat on him.

Dessert was a wicked “Death by Chocolate” accompanied by a cup of coffee. I’m surprised Big Bang didn’t try to nix the coffee, since he’s been concerned about my caffeine consumption.

Batman had to bring home another dessert for the wifey as requested.  Whatever hungry pregnant woman wants, she gets…as it should be.

When we left, we noticed that we were one of the few left.  I caught a glimpse of the closing ceremony for the Winter Olympics and was disgusted at how shitty it looked.  Fuck.  I hugged the rest of the guys good night and hopped in the car.

On the ride back, I thought about how good it was to see my friends getting along with Big Bang.  It made me feel happy.

When we got back to the hotel, we were both still full.  We walked around the hotel for about 30 minutes.  He held my hand and shined the flashlight at the animals passing by.  Some of them stopped dead in their tracks while the others continued to run.

My brother sent me a bunch of nasty texts.  He was pissed that he got the keys from FedEx.  He rambled on about how it was a bad time, how he had to find someone to go to the airport with to lug the car back, and that I was stupid. For fucks sakes, he told me before that he wanted the car and now that he has the keys, he doesn’t want it.  What’s a girl to do?  I texted him back, “Sorry.  Thought you wanted the car.”

My mom later called me, bitching about how my brother was all pissy about me sending him the keys.  She said that I should get my brother something.  Yeah, I’ll get him something.  My foot up his ass…

I changed into my pajamas, hopped into bed and asked Big Bang to read to me…from the book his mother wrote.  It was a journal his mother kept while he was young. His mom gave it to him years ago but he didn’t get a chance to read it and brought it on the trip with him to share with me. I was at awe that she would keep such detailed memories.  He never talked much about his past, but then again, I haven’t asked him many questions either.

He read several pages before closing the book and told me it was bedtime.  I closed my eyes and wondered about Big Bang as a little kid.  I wondered if we would have been friends if we had grown up in the same neighborhood?  He was a cute kid so I’m sure I would have chased him around and forced him to be my BFF.  I felt kind of jealous too.  I wished my parents kept a diary about me, but instead they kept a file with my name on it.  Inside the file were my report cards, certificates, awards, and piano competition records.  There weren’t any sentimental feelings in my file, just a collection of accolades that mean nothing to me.  That night, I fell asleep thinking about his mother’s journal.

Wedding Night

Dearest Inny:

You’re all grown up now.  What can I say?  It seemed like just yesterday, you were barely old enough to get into clubs and drink with us.

Today is the day that you’ll be marrying the man of your dreams.  I couldn’t be happier for you.  This was your day and rightfully so.

I’ve been to this banquet hall a few times already now for weddings.  Yours, Baby Momma’s, and Little J’s.  No matter how many times I’ve been there, I always seem to be late and lost.  We barely got there in time, no thanks to me, but you know how it is…err.  I was in such a hurry that I forgot your card.  *le sigh*

I was surprised by the number of ajumas and ajussi’s.  It looked like everyone from church was accounted for.  I noticed that some people weren’t able to be seated and they were standing along the back of the room.

The wedding ceremony itself was fairly short.  I kinda liked that.

I loved your dress and you looked like a princess.  I could tell that your friend was wishing it were her up there at the altar instead of you.

You kept the wedding simple.  No bridesmaids or groomsmen, which was good cause it kept the focus on the two of you.

I didn’t see many people I recognized, save for your brother, his wife, and the deejay + wife.  Your parents were happy to see us and they looked amazing.

I wasn’t used to seeing a 폐백 (pye baek) incorporated into a reception since this is considered to be a private moment, amongst the newlyweds and parents, but I was happy to witness it nevertheless.  Tell Steve to pump more iron so he can give you better piggyback rides, since that’s supposed to symbolize his strength.

Dinner was steak, salmon, twice baked potatoes, vegetables, and pasta.  I can’t say that it was all yummy, but at least we had a good time at our table.

Dessert was crepe filled with ice cream, whipped cream, and strawberry preserves.

The dessert bar was obliterated within minutes.  Batman went up to get strawberries dipped in chocolate and then a huge influx of ajji’s and ajjumas overcame the area.

When your friend gave the “maid of honor” speech, I heard the table behind us groan.  LOL!  But the speech was cute and it was heartfelt.  Her present was definitely…unique.

By this time, most of the parents have already eaten and left.  They managed to take as many of the centerpieces as possible.  I liked the cute gifts, I don’t have a pair of my own chopsticks but that’s cause I suck at using them.  Botan candy, I haven’t had that since I was a little kid.  Everyone at the table were trading the stickers and somehow I ended up with two stickers.  Yay me.

I think the thing that tripped me out the most were the ajummas in full force dancing on the dance floor.  They definitely overwhelmed the reception area considering they were the majority.  They were doing the Electric Slide non-stop.  Dood, I don’t even know the dance and there they were going to town.  It was hilarious, who would have thought that the routine would go well with Lady Gaga or the other 10 songs the deejay played?  They were unrelenting too, they didn’t get off the dance floor until they were good and ready.  I think they were waiting for the Electric Slide to play.  I guess all those hours they spent at the jazz clubs helped?  I have a video of them dancing but it’s too dark for anyone to see anything.  Sad.

I got to know Jenny a little bit better, she’s pretty chill and I’m glad you put us at the same table.  She taught us about grills and showed us a picture of her dog.  Aww, cute.  Thank goodness for the open bar.  Ahhh, I had a few Screwdrivers and a Southern Comfort.  I was feeling pretty good and buzzed by this point.

I think Steve’s friends were too cause they were fucking causing a scene.  Dayamn.  I can’t believe Ji Sekki’s brother tried to jump backwards off the chair.  I thought he was going to land on his face but instead, landed on his forearm.  STUPID guy!  Big Bang told me that a few of them were trying to fight in the bathroom too.  One was passed out on the sofa in the main lobby area, I’m not sure if he was the same one who passed out at the table.

I guess this is what happens when you mix Corean guys with alcohol, huh? Hahaha, but it was all fun times though.

We were looking for the cake and when we asked one of the servers, he told us that they were out in the main lobby area.  Dang.  Big Bang made sure that we all had our piece.

I noticed that one of Steve’s friends was trying to get up on you.  Nast.  Isn’t he married with a kid?  He tried to talk his game with virtually every female left in the room…cept your friend.  That’s when I tried to save you, I went to the dance floor with my cake and walked right up to you.  You mouthed the words, “Help me”.  I grabbed your friend to assist me.  You asked me where I got the cake and I tried to give you a bite but since I was kinda drunk, I ended up putting some of it on your face and in your hand.  I remember you walking around saying that you had cake in your hand.  Haha!  Then I walked off the dance floor cause the gross guy was no longer around and went to the bar.  Or was that later on?  I remember telling you that I’d “buy you a drink” even though it your open bar.  You laughed at me.  Steve had cake in his eye.  Did you put it there?

Of course as you know, we had to go to E-Cha after the wedding.  We went with Batmand & Suzy.  Guess where we went?  You know it.  White Castle!  Big Bang’s never had it before and it’s always customary that we go there at least once when I’m in Chi-Town.

I had 1.5 of the cheeseburgers.

I didn’t even get a chance to eat any of the chicken rings, onion rings, or fries.  Dammit.

I was still full from all the liquor.  I thought that by eating a burger, the bread would somewhat absorb some of the alcohol that I ingested but…nope.  In fact, it made me even more sleepy and drunk, go figure.

I’m not sure how we got back to the hotel but it’s a good thing Big Bang was the designated driver and we had a GPS.  I fell asleep with my dress on.  Big Bang undressed me and helped me put on my pajamas.  Isn’t he nice?  Then throughout the night, I was told that I was getting up and doing weird ass shit.  Maybe it’s too much plyometrics?  Up, out of bed, back in bed, and repeat.  Oh man…I don’t think he got much sleep that night.

<3 Rosie
XOXO

P.S. Thanks for inviting us.  We had a great time.  Love you lots.
P.P.S.  Tell your parents that I’m sorry for not having dinner with them.  We’ll do it next time!  I promise.
P.P.P.S. When are you coming to SoCal again?
P.P.P.P.S. Miss ya!

This entry will not have the wedding in it.  I will save that for “Part IV” because it deserves to have its own entry.

Saturday

We didn’t necessarily have anything planned for this day, save for going to Dunkin’ Donuts.

I had a hard time getting out of bed that morning.  Body was parched from the liquor I drank last night.  Luckily, I didn’t have any other residual effects.

It wasn’t until Big Bang literally pushed me off the bed, that I was able to get up.  I thought to myself, “Fuck it.  I ain’t gonna shower dammit.”  This is the laziness settling in yet again.  He was most impressed with my awesome bed head.  He also noticed the bald spot I have on the back right side of my head.  I used to pull my hair in that area when I was stressed out at work.  Since I couldn’t scream or throw a fit at work, this was all I could come up with at the time.

It was nearing 1100 and we were getting hungry.  As we were driving down the road, I spotted a Steak ‘N Shake (I swear, sometimes I want to call it Shake & Bake, I don’t know why).  I asked him if he wanted to eat there, he shrugged and said “sure”.  It reminded me of the good times I had there with Inny.  Too bad she couldn’t join us.

He ordered the jalapeno burger.

I had the chili 5-way.  It’s chili put on top of spaghetti noodles.  I thought it was pretty damn good.  Love cheese.

I don’t think his stomach was feeling too good at this point.

We went to Dunkin’ Donuts and got coffee.  Medium this time.  I still managed to drink most of it.  I really did try to leave some for him to drink but it never quite works out that way.

Ice-T told me about a flea market nearby his work that was happening.  We drove to Wolff’s flea market in Rosemont.  They had everything there.  It kinda made me nostalgic, thinking of the times my dad used to drag us to swap meets.  He could stay there for hours looking for parts and tools.  My brother and I would be running around the place like wild children.  I had a good time roaming around the aisles with him and joking about how we should get this and that.

When we got back, I made grilled cheese sandwiches with the green chili bread and garden herb Gouda I brought.  Big Bang didn’t want to eat any of it since his stomach wasn’t doing so well.  I was salty that I made it and he didn’t eat any of it (granted he did tell me not to make it but still).  I ate one sandwich and tossed the other.  So much for that…

Jumped into bed and tortured Big Bang until it was time to go to the wedding…which we were barely on time for.  Damn, I’m totally running on Corean time since coming back to the Midwest.

Friday

Apparently, Big Bang doesn’t want me to write about the nasty shit we did in bed.  Since he is a private kinda person and I respect him, I won’t write publicly about it…for now.

I was frustrated that I still had mensuh.  This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go…fucking shibaloma…but all was not lost.  It felt good being in bed next to Big Bang, his body was like an oven and he kept me warm throughout the night.

We were going to meet Batman for breakfast but something happened at work so he had to cancel.  Since Big Bang and I were fully awake, we decided to have breakfast on our own.  We went to Walker Bros., one of my all time favorite breakfast joints in Chi-Town. Again, I forgot my camera.

There were hella high schoolers there and people not working on a weekday trying to have a good breakfast.  WTF?  I thought we were in a recession?  It looked like half of Glenview was at Walker Bros.  I ordered the Danish Boy, which Big Bang liked to call a “breakfast pizza”or “quiche”.  It’s a breaded bowl and inside were vegetables topped with Havarti cheese. So damn rich and tasty…I know it’s a pancake house and I should have ordered their pancakes but I needed some cheese.

We went to FedEx so I could mail my brother the keys to the car overnight.  That way he could get the car from the airport, do the tire rotation he was jibber jabbering about for months and pick me up when I returned to LGB.  It ended up costing me $70+.  I wasn’t too happy about it but it had to be done regardless since I didn’t have time to swap out cars on Thursday.

We trekked further down the road to…yes…mecca…aka Dunkin’ Donuts.  Honestly, I have yet to find a person who gets this excited about DD than me.  Maybe I’m just easy?  I don’t know.  I made the mistake of getting one small coffee with cream and sugar to split between the two of us.  I savored every drop and enjoyed Big Bang’s company.

Buck drove us down to the city.  It seems as if everyone is afraid of my driving.  Whatever, I’m such an awesome driver.  Anyway, he dropped us off at the Hancock Center, while he conducted some business and aimlessly drove around the loop.  Even though I used to live in Chicago, I never really did the touristy things, except when I was much younger as a kid with my parents.  We bought tickets to go to the observatory.  I hate how they try to sucker you into taking pictures and then try to make you buy them at the end of the tour.  The photographer told us to stand closer to each other, but we were defiant. Yeah, we showed her!

When we bought the tickets to the observatory, they also gave us a whopping 80 cent discount on a baked good + coffee.  I ordered a latte, the barista put a leaf design with the foam on the top, but I quickly placed a cover over the drink.  I hate foam.  I also bought a scone for us to share.  The lounge area was modern, I liked the ambiance and we talked about how cool it would be if this was our pad.  I would have major parties there, what a sexy view.

Picture Big Bang took me of me without me knowing it.

Chicago’s an old city and the buildings surrounding the Hancock building were worn down and looked decrepit looking.  I love the skyline for this city but these old buildings don’t do it any justice.  Of course the gloomy weather didn’t help either.  *le sigh*

360 degree view of the city from the Hancock.

Navy Pier.

Lake Shore Drive aka LSD.

We left the building and went walking down Michigan Ave…Magnificent Mile.  It would have been a great place to shop but I wasn’t trying to go shopping whilst being in Chicago.  I had better things to do and to assure that I didn’t go nutso shopping (over 460 stores exclusive stores and boutiques, are you fucking kidding me?), I handed over my wad of cash to Big Bang for safe keeping.  Better that he have it than me, I’d probably squander it all away on this street.

We marched down the street and looked at eye catching buildings like the Carbide and Carbon building with its gold leaf accents plastered all over.

Steel moose at the Chicago Tribune Building.

We went to the Millennium Park and I had fun looking at the Cloud Gate.

We watched people skating at the McCormick Tribune Ice Rink.  It reminded me of the lessons I had to endure.  My parents tried to push me into every sport possible when I was younger.  Ice skating was one of them.  In the end, I quit the lessons but continued to go to a local park with Bird Girl and pretend that we were Olympic contestants by spinning as fast as we could, skating backwards, and jumping.  Man, we were dorks.

We ventured further down and saw the Chinese sculpture exhibit.

T. Rex, Windy City Dinosaur.
“Made in China” emblazoned on the chest.

Valiant Struggle.

We had finished our walk and called Buck to pick us up near the Chase Tower.  It was the start of rush hour and we decided to drive on over to Maxwell’s and get a polish.  I mean…really, you can’t go to Chi-Town and not have one.

I remember going to this place back when they had a food truck, after the clubs have closed, standing outside with the likes of hookers and pimps, waiting to get a nice hot polish sausage.  But for some reason, I didn’t want a polish even though it was what they were known for.  I ordered a cheeseburger with fries, while the others got a polish along with fries.  It tasted good but I could only eat half of it.  It had been so long since I’ve ingested so much grease in one sitting, my stomach started to churn.

We went back to the hotel and took a weak sauce nap, meaning I tried to nap but didn’t really, just ended up lying around.

I don’t know what happened to me but since I’ve gotten to Illinois, I’ve been nothing but fucking lazy.  All I wanted to do was eat, sleep, and do it all over again.

We were late to the rehearsal dinner at Chef Ping’s.  It’s one of the latest Chinese/Corean restaurants that recently opened up.  We had a hard time finding parking, we were also the last ones to arrive from Inny’s party.  We were seated with Inny’s parents, the groom’s parents, the pastor and his wife, Batman and his wife.  So obviously we had to behave, mind our manners, and keep the conversation clean for the most part.

The instant we sat down, plates and plates of Chinese food came to the table.  Everyone started spinning the Lazy Susan around to start putting on the feed bag.  I couldn’t believe that I was really having three square meals a day.  I would have taken pictures but I didn’t want to create a scene.  Batman, Suzy, Big Bang, and I were exchanging various stories.  Talked about Batman’s spider bite on his ass, him having shingles, Suzy not drinking since she is now pregnant, and whatever else we thought was hilarious.

Inny’s friend came around taking pictures.  I knew immediately who she was without meeting her before.  I had heard stories about her and wondered what this phantom friend of hers looked like.

Batman asked me why I was moving to Boston.  I told him, “I guess I’m trying to find myself?”  Then he got all philosophical and busted out with an aphorism, “You already know who you are.  You just have to accept it.”  I keep forgetting that he was at one point a philosophy major.  *groans*

The meal was abruptly ended.  Once we had dessert, everyone left.  I stood up and wondered what we were going to do next.  Inny’s mom whispered into my ear in Corean, “Is that your boyfriend?”  I replied, “No, just a friend.”  She responded, “He seems like a nice guy, go for it and good luck.”  Then she said loudly that she wanted to have dinner with me and the rest of the family.  She asked if we needed to borrow a car from her and that it was good seeing me.  I came bearing gifts for her (I like her a lot, she’s like a second mom to me, has shown me nothing but kindness and is part of the family), Godiva dark chocolate and Godiva biscuits dipped in chocolate.

We decided that it was time to go to the next destination, Ssaboo, Moraeshigae Part II.  As we were walking to the car, I realized that Big Bang parked the car over a snow bank and I told him that I wasn’t going up the hill because I had open toed shoes.  He went to the car, I jumped in Batman’s car.  He drove me to where Big Bang had parked the car.  Batman said to me, “Daaang.  Shouldn’t you be in the goshuhing (courting) stage?  Try to impress him?”  I replied, “No.  What you see is what you get.  I gotta keep it real.”  What’s the point in being fake if later on down the road you’re going to get burned?  Batman said, “Yeah.  Suzy used to be cool back in the days…but not anymore.”  To which they both laughed and I giggled alongside them.

We were one of the first group of people to arrive.  I was immediately greeted by Inny’s pseudo maid of honor (she wasn’t having any one standing in her wedding).  She reached out her hand and loudly said, “H!  My name is…”  I then introduced myself to her.  She said, “Oh, I’ve heard sooo much about you.”  I replied, “Yeah.  I’ve heard a lot about you too…”

I went over towards the bar where Ice-T was sitting.  I ordered a Lemon Drop and sat over by the window and watched the speed skating race.  One Lemon Drop soon turned into two…then three, maybe four, but I caught Big Bang drinking my drinks too.  I guess he didn’t want me to get too fucked up as I was starting to get belligerent by this point.We watched Ohno touching Tremblay during the 500 meter short track event, which caused Tremblay to fall and for no apparent reason, Sung Si-Bak fell too.  This caused an uproar at the bar, everyone hated Ohno even more that night.  What a complete douche.  Watched an ajumma nearly lose it, started hitting the guy next to her, screaming in Corean.

Edison later joined us.  It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him too.

I was tipsy and I spotted XL.  I haven’t seen XL since the Barcode days. I had to text him to verify it was him.  I introduced him to my friends and then we went to our next destination.

We were at DMZ because I had to get my pizza puff on.  Ice-T and I split one.

I can’t remember if I had another drink here or not but I remember having to wait to go to the bathroom for a long time.

Soon after, we left.  I thought for sure I was going to have a hangover the next morning.  Big Bang made sure I had a cup of water next to me in case.  I couldn’t believe how quickly I fell asleep.

Thursday

I barely slept the night before.  I was so damn excited.  Excited about everything, seeing Big Bang, seeing my friends, going to Inny’s wedding, and eating my favorite foods.  It took me three hours to get to the airport, thank you very much Southern California for the morning traffic.  For some reason, Jet Blue wouldn’t let me pick my seat and when I tried to do it at the kiosk, they were going to charge me another $20 to have a window seat.  Fuck that, I’ll stick to my aisle seat and pray that a fat bastard doesn’t sit next to me.  My flight was delayed for an hour.  The flight crew wouldn’t tell us what was wrong nor were they trying to.  I was feverishly texting everyone about my delay and found myself annoyed that Big Bang was contemplating on whether or not to take a nap before going to the airport.  It would be another hour or so before he’d have to leave for the airport.

Security had to scan my bag twice.  They were questioning my two blocks of Gouda cheese.  They had to open up the package and then scan it again.

By the time I got on the plane, I was crotchety.  It was a very full flight.  I slipped a Dramamine into my mouth and it was lights out for most of the trip.  I missed the free snacks and beverage but it didn’t matter because I had better things planned to eat tonight.  When I woke up, the plane had landed in O’Hare. I slowly made my way to the baggage claim area where Big Bang had been waiting for me patiently.  He arrived over an hour before I had.  He spotted me before I even got a chance to see him.  He came up beside me and startled me.  I think I was still nervous about seeing him again, but I didn’t want to seem as though I was being standoffish either so I tried to suck it up.  I went to get my bag while he waited by his luggage.  When I found him, his belongings were right next to a homeless schizophrenic black woman…muttering gibberish to herself with her shoes barely hanging onto her feet.  I looked at Big Bang and I said, “You get to Chicago and the first thing you do is stand next to the crazies. Hah!”

We took the shuttle to get to our rental car.  Wouldn’t you know it.  They gave us Coreans a Hyundai.  How proper.  We looked at the car and it looked pathetic.  We both went “aww”, it had icicles hanging off the front bumper, it looked as if no one had driven it for months.  We jumped in and set the GPS to our hotel.

We were starving and luckily Buck made reservations at Brazzaz.  All you can eat Brazilian Steak House with a salad bar.  Big Bang’s never been to a churrascarias, so it was fun to see his initial reaction to the place.  Even though we had reservations, we still had to wait a half hour.  I got to meet Buck’s ex for the first time.  She was really quiet, she probably thought I was too loud and wondered who the hell I was.  I think the best thing I had there was the mushroom risotto.  Yeah, go figure, go to a meat place and fall in love with the rice.  For some reason, I just love it there.  I had a few pieces of meat here and there, black pepper filet mignon, garlic beef, and the grilled pineapple was damn tasty.

Unfortunately, I forgot my camera.  So sad.  No awesome food pics for this night.  But luckily for us, it was Chicago Restaurant Week and got a good deal for our meal (better than the coupon Buck had).  As we were waiting for the valet to bring us back the car, it got too damn cold for my spoiled SoCal ass.  I ran back inside the restaurant like a pansy with Big Bang and left Buck outside to get the car.  It took forever for the valet to get the car. Gah.

Buck drove us back to the hotel and we crashed…or at least I did (mensuh still in action dammit).  So damn tired, the cold made me want to hibernate…and the sad thing was that it wasn’t really that “cold”.

Gone to Chi-Town.

Be back soon.

<3 Rosie

xoxo

Last week, I made an appointment to get my regular DMPA (Depo Medroxyprogesterone Acetate (birth control)) injection for today.

I left work 90 minutes early to go get my injection.

I signed in.

The receptionist then screams, “Hey Rosie.  Sorry but we don’t have your Depo.  I guess we forgot to order it and we have to do a prior authorization through your insurance.  Sorry about the inconvenience.  You can make an appointment for next week, any time, okay?”

No.  It’s not fucking okay.  I took time off from work to come get my fucking injection.  And thanks for screaming all my information out so everyone in the waiting room could hear that I am taking birth control injections.  Heard of HIPAA, bitch?  Fucking forget the injection.  You people are incompetent.  For fucks sakes thanks for dropping the ball, dumbfucks.  So damn useless.

Good thing I know doctors who <3 me.  Thanks in advance for calling it (oral birth control) into the pharmacy.

Fucking mensuh’s gotta go.  Forrils.

I woke up this morning to find my cat asleep in between my legs.  No wonder my legs were warm.

I thought I’d go and see if I could find myself a plan A dress for the wedding.  This will probably the last time I have an opportunity to shop before leaving.

I went shopping and the stores were crawling with Coreans and Japanese hipsters.  Despite being amongst my people, I’ve never felt more alone.  Go figure.

I didn’t find my dress but I did purchase other goodies.

Kate Spade.
My mom says she’s not feeling it because it’s got too many bows on it.
I like it cause it DOES have too many bows on it.

Ferragamo.

Tahari.

Ralph Lauren Golf.
No, not Polo.
Same company but different line.
Personally, I like their black label and Club Monaco (yes, owned by Ralph Lauren).
I can’t believe this top was originally priced at $325.
As if.

Pants to match it with.
Weird that the pants were originally priced for only $125, considering more fabric was needed for it.
But then again, what the fuck do I know about designing clothing?
I just wear it.

After three hours of brisk walking, I went to the cheese farm and picked up a few wedges of cheese for the trip.  Habanero and garden herb.  God, I love me some cheese.

I saw the llama and the goats but they weren’t being very friendly today.  They stared at me, wondering what I wanted from them.  I only wanted to pet the damn llama…dammit.

Mensuh has officially begun.  What bad timing…

So…I guess I’m wearing my Plan B dress…

Friday

After work, I fell asleep.  I skipped dance class, P90X, and hanging out with my friends. I was in bed and passed out by 1800.

Dream one: I wanted to have a time out, lay low, be incognito.  I called up El Gaucho (he had his own apartment) to see if he was able to hang out but there was no answer.  While I was on the way to his crib, I saw him leaving his place.  I shouted after him, “Hey!”  He turned around, hugged me, and asked me what I was doing around his hood.  I told him that I needed a place to crash.  He said that I could go to his apartment and rest if I wanted to.  I took him up on his offer and he let me into his place.  As he was exiting, he locked the door frame but left a small window in the door open.  No sooner did he leave, random people came knocking on the door and opened the small window without asking for permission.  Doctors, nurse practitioners, physician assistants, registered nurses, pharmacists, and teachers (megook, I don’t know why but you were in my dream) were asking me for medical advice.  I started to get annoyed and told them, “Leave me alone!  I’m not at work!”  But the line outside the door didn’t budge and they weren’t going anywhere.  Then the phone rang and it was Big Bang on the other line.  He said, “I’m not going to Chi-town with you.”  I was fucking pissed off and told him, “I don’t really need this right now.  Don’t ever talk to me again!” I hung up on him and everyone disappeared…then I woke up.

It was approximately 2100 then.  I called Big Bang to tell him about my dream. I guess I really do need a vacation.  We talked for about an hour and I contemplated on whether or not I wanted to go online or stay in bed.  I decided to stay in bed and within minutes I was in la la land.

Saturday

I woke up at 0400 to take a leak.  I fell asleep soon after.

I woke up again at 0630.  I texted Big Bang good morning.  I was still in bed and it wasn’t long before I had another dream.

Dream two: We were in bed.  He reached behind me and cupped my tits and kissed my ear.  He slid a hand between my legs and played with my clit.  He pulled my underwear down and stuck his cock into my wet pussy from the back.  I was about to climax until my cat licked my face with her sandpaper tongue.

For fucks sakes.  That was a rude awakening.

I was awake by 0830. I had been asleep for almost 14 hours.  Showered, blow dried hair, and got dressed.

Had a few pieces of cheese and a cup of coffee.

My mom dropped the bomb on me while I was having breakfast.  My brother was thinking of proposing to his girlfriend within the next few months.  My mom wants them to get married before the end of the year.  Then she looked at me and asked me what my marital goals were.  I told her that I didn’t have any.  She gave me a disgusted look and told me that nothing was more pathetic than a single woman.  I told her that there was something more pathetic…a woman in an unhappy marriage with kids.  She sighed and threw her hands up in the air.

Decided to go to the BCBG outlet store and bought a sweater.

I went to my friend’s house.  She was having a party.

We hung out and talked smack about each other.  We turned on the television and were like WTF when we saw women’s curling.  Seriously?  How is this a fucking sport?  They have 11 days of curling sessions during the Winter Olympics.  Fuck.  It’s the most useless sport ever.  Can’t believe they give out medals for this.

Lunch: Spanish spaghetti w/meatballs, chorizo, and roast beef.  God, it was delicious.

Dessert: Chocolate cupcake.

I cut out early and went to run errands at Target and CVS before they closed. I have so many things to do before I go on my trip.

Skipped dinner.

Even though I slept a lot, I still feel sleepy.

Day One

The past couple of days, I’ve been only putting in eight hours of work.  The minute I get into my car, I’m extremely exhausted.  There’s nothing more I want to do than to crawl into bed.  A few of my lymph nodes have become inflamed.  I know I’ve been pushing my body a little too much lately and now it’s reacting.

Work has been really catty.  I don’t do well with malevolent hateful bitches.

Mensuh’s gonna hit soon.  I bloated like a motherfucker.  I’m trying to stay away from sodium and carbs.

I modeled the potential dresses I plan to wear to the wedding for my mom.  Plans B, C, and D.  She liked my plan B dress the best but said my ass looked outta control and that I needed to lose five pounds.  I’m a Corean chick with a big ass and small chest.  I’ve got to work with what I’ve got, but how the hell am I supposed to lose five pounds in the ass?  Obviously, I’ll have to get a pair of Spanx…but still?

Last night, I was in bed by 1800.  I called Big Bang and as he was telling me a bedtime story, I fell in and out of sleep.  I tried to concentrate on the story but by the time he finished, I was completely lost.  We soon hung up and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.  Within hours, I woke up for no apparent reason.

I grabbed “Dear John” and continued reading, wishing that I hadn’t.  The more I read, the more I hated this book because it was making me emotional.  I started thinking too much, overanalyzing and scrutinize what was going on in my own life.  It got to a point where I had to call Boji Stone and spill my guts to him.  Granted, he was high and he didn’t understand a lot of what was going on with me since I conveniently left out parts that would make my blubbering seem sane.  Even though he wasn’t sober, he had enough sense to tell me to basically STFU and to stop acting like a pussy.  It’s exactly what I needed to hear.

Day Two

I fell asleep again and woke up three hours later.  I was cracked out at work and wished that I could have another three hours to sleep.

It was fast-paced.  The number of patients didn’t stop until my shift was over.  In between patients, I was conjuring up a checklist of things Big Bang and I needed to take with us and a penciled in schedule of events we were to attend.

I talked to Big Bang on the drive home until his dinner was ready, then I called Buck.  “Seven more days”, he said.  I felt the excitement from his voice and it got me revitalized.

I went to the mall to see if I could find a Plan A dress but failed miserably.  But I can’t say that all was lost.  I did see a Filipina midget…small person…little person…anyway…yeah.

I was in bed by 1900 and again big Bang told me another bedtime story.  At first, I tried to hide the fact that I was falling asleep but after awhile, I just let it go and fell asleep.  I woke up to him saying, “Hello?”  We hung up soon after but within minutes I was wide awake again.

Like déjà vu I reached for “Dear John” and finished the bastard of a book.  Now I have to see the movie and I intend on seeing it with Big Bang, whether he wants to or not.  Hah!

My friend just texted me and said that she was in line for the Kogi Truck.  Damn snatch.  I wish I was in line too but in order to lose these stupid five pounds, I’ve got to drink a protein shake (low calorie, low carb, high protein) for dinner and completely take out the late night snacks.

Currently listening to: Hella Good - No Doubt

Mojo’s coming back.  It’s not fully there…but getting there?

I think the cheese is helping.

BTW, my Bleu cheese is missing.  I think my mom gave it to my brother last night without telling me.  I’m down two cheese, two left to go.  These bitches need to stop eating my cheese!

I got a call while I was busy at work.  I told my coworker to take a message unless someone was dying.  The message was that another nearby hospital wanted to know if I was interested in working there per diem.  They had heard good things about me.  I thought…wow…they’ve got some cojones to call me while I’m at work.  Hah!  I like that, no shame to their game.

I’ve got a lot of meetings and appointments scheduled.  I have it all memorized.  For some reason, I don’t trust my outlook, Google, or phone to remind me.  I guess I like working my brain.  What can I say?

Something happened to Big Bang yesterday.  He said he was having a bad day but didn’t want to expound on it.  I asked him several times if he wanted to talk about it but he said “no”.  I wish he would tell me not to satisfy my curiosity but because I care.  But in the end, I guess “no means no” and so I won’t push the issue anymore.

Went to dance class cause another friend wanted to meet up.  An hour later and I’m exhausted.  Holy shibaloma…but I’m feeling hella good…

Finally finished doing my taxes.  It only took FOREVER because I have so many damn things to input.

Anyway, I’ll be getting almost $5,000 back.

Did you guys do your taxes?  Are you getting money back or paying taxes?

This took place on Saturday February 13, 2010.

I drove over to my cousin’s house and we took the train to Union Station (45 minutes), took a transfer that was about 10 minutes long.  Then we walked for another 15 minutes to reach our destination, which was the L.A. Street Food Fest.  We arrived 30 minutes prior to the event starting and the line was already wrapped around two blocks and well into its way into the parking lot.  I didn’t feel so bad when I saw the line go another three blocks behind me for the late comers.  This event was on a first come first serve basis, so there was a possibility that people would not be admitted if it got too packed…which it did.  Rumor had it that over 15,000 people showed up for the event, talk about poor planning.

We had a game plan.  I was going to go to the bathroom first.  The Porta-Potties can get mighty disgusting after a few hours have passed and I wanted to get in there while it was still fresh.  While I was relieving myself, she waited in line.  When I returned, I took her spot in line and she went to the bathroom.

The lines were ridiculously long for these trucks/booths. Are you fucking kidding me?

Buttermilk Truck

Red velvet chocolate chip pancake bites, $3.
It was a bit too sweet, but I liked the concept of it especially since I’m a huge fan of red velvet.

The Buttermilk Brick sampler, $4.
Hash brown, egg over easy, buttermilk biscuit, and homemade Chorizo gravy.
This was by far the best thing I ate.

Mama Koh’s

Yeah, they’re Corean.  Go figure.  I was listening to a couple of black chicks behind me.  “I wonder where they came up with the name Koh”.  God, I was dying inside (Koh is a Corean last name).  I really was.

Spicy garlic wings, five for $3.
Too soggy and they were sold out by 1430.
But they were by far the most efficient group, granted they didn’t have a truck but a tent but still, they knew how to get the money in and the food out quickly.

India Jones

How clever is that?

Frankie, $3.50
Roti rolled up with cilantro, tamarind chutney, onion, egg, and chicken.
The flavors were robust and I wish I had some naan to go with it.

Del’s

Peach Mango frozen fruit ice, $2.
Good and cooled me down.  I was starting to feel dehydrated.

Pop Shop

Raspberry Prosecco, Free.
I’m not sure how my cousin swindled that one, since I was waiting in line at another truck.

Cocktail, Free.
Time to get my drink on. Naah mean?

Monsieur Egg

Quiche, Free.
Yeah, it’s free because I had to wait over 40 minutes for the food to cook.

Scrambled eggs and thick cut bacon on a homemade croissant, $3.
Wow, this was really good.  The eggs were JUST right and the croissant was flaky and buttery.

Crab cake au Lardon w/shallot vinaigrette, $5.
The crab cake was a good size but it was dry.  Really dry.  I was expecting it to be moist…but I was disappointed.

Croque Monsieur w/Gruyere and Brioche, $4.
I regret not eating this first because by this time, I was really full.  This place was serving huge portions in comparison to the other places.  God, look at how beautiful that cheese is…melted on top of the bread.

Sabor da Bahia

Coxinha de galhina (deep fried boneless shredded chicken).
Never had Brazilian food but it was a good way to start off.
I think we were delirious by this point, the heat was making me sunburnt even though I applied SPF and she was getting cranky because of the long lines.

We moved over to the other vendors.

Jenkins Jellies

Organic Hell Fire Pepper Jelly, $8.
Oh my gah, this jelly is THE best.  It’s sweet and spicy.
When I went to Unique LA, the woman ran out of this jelly and I was ecstatic to see that she had one left at the L.A. Street Food Fest…for me to buy.  These things sell out fast.
I’m not sure what Hungarian Wax is but whatever it is…it’s damn good.

Leanna Lin

She makes jewelry, mostly hair pins, bracelets, and necklaces.
Bought two hair pins for $25 (one for me and one for my cousin).

Since it was her birthday, anyone who said “happy birthday” to her received a free gift.
I received a cute necklace.

We decided that it was now time to go home.  We could have braved the crowds to try more food but we were beyond being bitchistic.

We ran to Union Station and scurried down the escalator when all the sudden I came to a screeching halt.  Big Bang had instilled in my brain an unwritten rule of taking public transit, while we were taking Metro, in D.C., that we should always move over to the right so people could walk down the escalator on the left side.  Well, this woman wasn’t moving and in fact, she turned around to see who was behind her.  Yeah, it was me.  We needed to catch the subway that connected to the train.  As she got off the escalator, she began yelling at me.  “Just because you’re in a hurry doesn’t mean that I’m in a hurry.  If you wanna be running down the escalator, you should have taken the fucking stairs.”  If I wasn’t so flabbergasted and in a rush, I would have sat there and argued with her but I took off and went down another flight of escalator stairs.  For fucks sake, bitch needs to get over herself and move her fucking fat ass to the right.

We finally did make it to the train station but I was really starting to fade away.  I felt like throwing up and I was extremely parched.  I wanted water but there weren’t any vending machines available.  I ended up taking a seat in the back of the train (my cousin said that the back was the safest…in case there’s an accident) and fell asleep with my mouth ajar.  I’m sure the people sitting nearby were wondering why I couldn’t shut my damn mouth.  It felt like I had been asleep for hours but the fact was I was only asleep for 15 minutes.  I looked over to the right and my cousin was sleeping with her mouth wide open.  Haha…must run in the family or something.

We went to Albertson’s to get cream cheese and crackers for the jelly.  This was going to be our dinner.  Then I remembered that I had my piggy banks with me and used Coinstar to count how much money I had in them.  I had $53.08 and I had two choices of what I wanted to do with it.  I could either have them pay me in bills for it but they would rape me by taking 8.5% or put it all into a gift card without being penalized.  I opted for the latter and had it put on my Starbucks gift card.  Great.  Now I have $86.18 worth on the card.  That’s a lot of drinks, but at least they won’t charge me for my soy milk anymore.

After we ate dinner, we went to Nordstrom Rack.  I didn’t get shit but it was good to move around and be out of the house.  My uncle made me a shitload of coffee to take while I was driving.  I called Big Bang and he was on his way home too.  Perfect timing if you ask me.

I went over to her house and gave her a card and a pair of Givenchy earrings.  I figure if this is who I’m gonna spend Valentine’s Day with, I might as well do it right. When I gave her the presents, she had this “oh shit” kinda look.  She scrambled around the house, looking for things to give me.  I ended up with a bag of bookmarks, bath gel, towels, and a keychain.

I needed caffeine.  Badly.  But instead of giving me coffee or driving me to a coffee shop, she handed me a banana.

We never did go hiking, which was a blessing.  I don’t think I could have handled the bitching and moaning that would have accompanied the workout.

Instead, we went to the mall and it was packed to the max.  It’s like everyone decided to spend V-Day at the mall.  She was on a mission to finding me a dress for the wedding.  This would have been good except all the crap she was picking out looked like shit for the mother-of-the-bride to wear.  Really?  Do I want to look like I’m in my 50s?  Each dress she picked, I cringed.  They were so not cute. I begrudgingly went into the fitting room and wished she’d stop trying to be so damn helpful.  Obviously, I would make up excuses for every item she picked.  “Oh, the shoulder pads (yes shoulder pads) were too big.”  “The bust area didn’t fit.”  She grew tired of my excuses and started shopping for herself.  Thank God because if I had to put on one more hideous dress to try on, I think I would have cried.

She took me to Chico’s.  Chico’s.  I’ve never been into that store before and I have to say…it’ll be the last time I step foot in that store.  Jesus Christ, they’ve got some ugly ass clothes in there.  I was starting to think that she was purposely trying to torture me.

We had lunch at the mall at a sushi joint.  I had the Crunchy California Roll.  It was alright.  Not a fan of crab meat, let alone imitation crab meat.

Then we headed over to another mall and finding parking was ridiculous.  It straight up took us 20 minutes to find a spot.  We were going to watch “Valentine’s Day” but it was sold out.  Damnation.  We were stuck watching “When in Rome”.   Josh Duhamel is good eye candy but that’s about it. Sure it was hilarious seeing the “Napoleon Dynamite” duo Jon Heder and Efren Ramirez in the movie but that’s where the fun times ended.  Talk about being totally cheesy and predictable. I would not have picked this movie but since she paid for my ticket, who was I to complain?  That’ll be 90 minutes I won’t be getting back.

We had dinner at a French restaurant near her house.  She was friends with the owner and his wife.  I sat there listening to them speak in French, wondering what the hell they were talking about as they maniacally laughed whilst throwing back their heads.  They gave us a discount on our bill. Score.  I guess it does pay to know people.

They had a set menu for Valentine’s Day, three courses for $65 per person.  I regret not having brought my camera with me.  I started with a Salade de Fromage de Chevre Marine: marinated goat cheese in herbs and olive oil, toasted brown and served on a whole wheat crouton.  Butter leaves tossed in a vinaigrette.  They brought us Salmon Pizza, compliments of the owner.  It tasted fine as I was eating it but about 10 minutes later, I excused myself and went to the bathroom.  My stomach did not enjoy that little morsel and wanted out, so I vomited the pizza in the sink.  Next, was the Filet Mignon en Croute, Foie Gras, Sauce Cremaeus aux Champignons des Forets: Filet Mignon baked in a flaky pastry shell with thinly sliced Foie Gras, and creamy forest mushroom sauce.  Also served with roasted garlic mashed potatoes and Haricots Verts.  Dessert consisted of champagne, which I didn’t finish and she kindly took my glass to polish it off.  I opted for a very large cup of coffee.  The waiter said, “made especially for you”.  They also gave us two desserts - Tarte a la Creme Brulee: Tahitian vanilla Creme Brulee in a pastry shell with red berries; Mon Coeur (Sweet Heart from Opera): chocolate Hazelnut mousse with a layer of raspberry pomegranate jelly and flourless chocolate cake.

Seriously, if this is what French food is like…I think I could live there.  Everything was so damn tasty.  I couldn’t finish my meal so I had them box it up.

I could tell that she was having one too many drinks because her eyes began to well up as she was talking about her ex.  Oh God…here we go again.  “I don’t know what happened.  Things were going so well and then he put the brakes on our relationship and stopped talking to me.  I really thought we were going to get married and everything.”  I tried empathizing about it, I really did but then I was getting downright annoyed when she said that she would be there for him if he called her some time down the future.  I thought to myself, “Fuck that” but told her “You’re a better person than I am cause I’d never answer his calls if I were you”.

The bill came out to be $150.  I used my gift card, which was worth $100 and she paid the remainder.

Soon after, we called it a night.  I thanked her for the night and hugged her.  She yelled, “I had the hottest Valentine’s date tonight.  Woohoo!”  She wanted me to sleep over, but I told her I had plans early in the morning.  Yeah…good thing I was leaving…don’t think I’d have the patience to deal with a drunk emo chick tonight.

When I got home, I told my brother about my leftovers and that the steak was prepared medium well (he likes his practically raw, gross).  He started foaming at the mouth and demanded that I heat it up for him.  I told him to eat it tomorrow instead.  He agreed and started snacking on my Valentine’s cheese without asking for my permission.  He’s lactose intolerant…I hope he gets the squirts all night long!

How was your Valentine’s Day?

Happy Vagina Day!

Big Bang gave me an awesome gift. Nom nom.  I feel kinda bad because all I sent him was a little Valentine card…

As I opened it, my mom was already psychoanalyzing the present.

OMG cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese.  I love cheese.

Beemstar Classic Extra Aged Gouda.
Denhay Farm Cheddar.
Gruyere de Comte.
Smokey Blue by Rogue Creamery.

Despite all the cheese I’ve consumed over the years, I still didn’t have a cheese knife…until now.

When I got it, I busted open the cheddar and ate it plain.  It’s got strong flavors and is fucking good.  Yummy for my tummy.  I think I’ll have another slice right now.  Goes well with my “Hell Fire Pepper Jelly”.

So happy…yay!  Am I the only person that gets this excited about cheese?  I think I’d kill myself if I was lactose intolerant.

Thank you!

I was exhausted before I even got to work.  Sweet Jesus.

I had meetings to attend.  I made my boss look good.  She told me that she owed me.  Yeah, I’m gonna hold her to it.

Lunch consisted of cheese and coffee.

Almost fell asleep while driving home.

Went to dance class today.  My vitamins are being excreted either through my urine or sweat.  I smell “minerally” afterwards.  Gross.

Watched the Winter Olympics opening ceremony…meh.  Nothing spectacular.  Fun listening to them speak in French.  Did anyone else feel like the Pakistan, Peru, Portugal, and Taiwan teams were…well…pathetic looking?  The aboriginals in Van-City scare me.  North Corea could do a better opening ceremony than the Canadians.  WTF???

Watched “Boss Undercover”.  The president and COO of Waste Management went undercover and worked the most shittiest jobs ever.  In the process, he got to meet the people who mattered and helped make a difference in his own organization.

No bedtime story.  Sad.

My Valentine’s date (see yesterday’s entry) did NOT make reservations to any restaurant.  HAHAHA!  I guess we’ll be eating McDonald’s or something…for fucks sakes…

What’s up with Google’s Buzz?  Now my shit is on everyone’s Buzz.  Gah.

And NO I haven’t found a dress yet…fuck.

She called me and was all emo and shit.  She talked about how much she missed me and my other coworkers, how burnt out she was at her new job, and about her missing her ex-boyfriend (whom she thought she was going to marry but he basically kicked her to the curb).

Me…feeling pity for her asked her what she was doing on Valentine’s Day.  She said “nothing…why are you going to be my Valentine?”

Bad mistake.

I thought the kind thing to do would be to take her out to dinner (with my $100 gift certificate) and call it a night.  But oh no.  She has other plans.  She wants to make it a whole two day affair.

She texted me to bring my workout clothes because she wants to go hiking.  This wouldn’t be a problem except she’s not athletic in any shape or form.  Granted I’m not all that either, but she’s the type that gets whiny after walking briskly after five minutes and wants to stop and sit down at Starbucks.

Then she talked about wanting to go shopping with me.  She wants to help me find a dress for the wedding I’m attending later this month.

She wants to go drinking at a local bar after dinner.  She wants to get shitfaced.

She also has this grandiose delusion that I’m going to sleep over.

She’s been calling me almost every day…but I let her calls go straight to voicemail…

What the hell did I get myself into?

I didn’t barf today!
Almost did…but successfully did not yak.

I wore the Big Boss Pants at work today and it went smoothly.
My #2 (staff right under me) told me that she would have given me an A+ for the day.

I did Kenpo X after work…I’m totally not following the regimen.
Okay, tomorrow will be a rest day…maybe.

I got a few things in the mail today.

A new clinical study for Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder.
OMG who told them about me?
How’d they know?

Valentine’s card from Inny and her fiance + an invite to dinner with them the night before the wedding.
So sweet of them.
I’m so excited to see them…can’t wait.
<3

A package from Bootie Pie…from GERMANY!
The box was caved in, no thanks to the USPS.

OMG, I die…

Gummies.
I love gummies, they’re generally low fat goodies.
Mango.
Yummy for my tummy.

I love hazelnuts.

Strawberry yogurt.
Looks delish.

Almond and cream.

Words of encouragement.

Euros.

I don’t know how to thank you.
I’ll figure something out…

There are three things I do like talking about.

One, my sex life.  I haven’t had one lately and to be honest I can’t remember the last time I masturbated.  This is a sad state of affairs folks.  Ayudame.

Two, shopping.  I could literally shop till I drop.  I think the only two people that could hang with me are Inny and Tokki (but he’s dead to me now).

Three, definitely has to be food.  This is the year where I promised myself, I’d try almost anything.  Almost.

There are three things I don’t like talking about.

One, being about my dad.  Yeah, sure he’s dead now.  Passed away five years ago.  I should be over it…but really, how can I?  I don’t talk about it with anyone except for my therapist (even then it’s glossed over).  I may write about it every once in awhile on my blog but that’s only because it’s overwhelming for me at times and I have to find an outlet for it.  I don’t want people feeling sorry for me and I certainly don’t want people looking at me as if I’m some sort of a sad sack.  People can only handle a “Debbie Downer/Negative Nancy” for so long before they grow weary of the constant blithering gibberish.

Two, children.  It’s great that you have kids…but really, I don’t need to know about how your kid is x weeks old and is ahead of his age group.  You bragging to me about how unique or special your child is…does not make me want to pop a kid out.  “Oh look at him breathing.”  Really?  I mean…seriously?  I see babies and children almost every damn day and nearly every parent is trying to convince me about how their kid is the stuff.  Genius.  Prodigy.  Brilliant.  I like kids enough, I just don’t like braggarts aka parents.

Three, certain events that occurred in D.C. while I was staying with Big Bang.  I’m not comfortable talking about it and it’s already been done.  It is what it is.  Time to move forward.

Last night, I fell asleep at 1900 shortly after doing Kenpo X again.  When I woke up this morning, I swear to God…I felt like I could sleep for another seven hours.  The bed was so warm and toasty…

I looked in the mirror and I must have scratched up my chin while I was sleeping.  WTF?

I was eating a piece of toast with peanut butter and not even 10 minutes later, I had to vomit.  I hate that feeling and what’s even worse is my stomach growling because I’m so fucking hungry.

I started handing out Valentine cards to coworkers.  I don’t know what’s come over me.  I must be delirious.

I went to dance class tonight.  My friend actually showed up.  The girl next to me belched and I could smell her dinner.  Whatever she ate, it definitely had garlic in it.  Ugh.  Made me wanna vomit…again.

I still haven’t found a dress to wear to the wedding.  I’m getting really antsy about it too. If you see any cute dresses for me, please e-mail me.

I *think* my Prius got recalled.  If it’s not for the mats, accelerator, brakes, or steering wheel.  That’s not good especially since it’s raining like a mofo.  If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Toyota was trying to kill me.

Marathon of Law & Order today.  Break the case…

I’ve been throwing up all day long.  It’s a horrible feeling.

It was my dad’s memorial on the 4th.  I really hate that day.

I bought the book “Dear John”.  I hope it doesn’t make me cry.

If you go to Macy’s wearing red, you’ll get 20% off.  I bought five sweaters, one pants, and three pairs of shoes.  Go stimulate the economy.

Colts vs. Saints.  I don’t give a fuck.  Damn Vikings…

I love watching “House”.  The drama and suspense of determining the underlying disease, watching the symptoms manifest, while a team of doctors order series of labs and trials of medications in a vain effort to discover the cryptic ailment, always gets me riled up. But despite the theatrics of it all…there’s also a moral for each of the episodes.

Maria Palko: Marriages don’t fail because couples get bored. They fail because, while they’re dating, people pretend to be the person they think their partner wants and then - well, there’s only so long you can keep that up.
Dr. Allison Cameron: Maybe they are that person when they’re dating, but then they change.
Maria Palko: People thinking their partner will change? That’s another reason marriages fail. People don’t change. At least not in any way that really matters.

What do you think?

Please discuss…

Friday

After work, I went to a house party.  I drank a shitload and ended up barfing a few times.  Ugh.

Went home + crashed.

Saturday

Woke up early to go to a staff meeting.

Went to another house party this afternoon.  No drinking though…gah, I hate vomiting.

I was supposed to go to a birthday party tonight…but with psychotic drivers trying to drive in the rain, I decided to stay home.

I’m bored…

Currently listening to: Ride Wit Me - Nelly

I didn’t go into work today.

I didn’t shower today either.

HAH!  I am two for two.

However, I was productive.

I met up with two other friends at IHop.  I’m not really a fan of IHop but it’s been awhile since I’ve had pancakes and they were having an AYCE (all you can eat) pancake fest.  I put on my feedbag and ate one pancake and a sausage link.  Disappointing, isn’t it?  I mean what the hell?  This is ALL YOU CAN EAT for fucks sakes…I think my stomach was rejecting the carbs.

I went to a training on being a transaction coordinator.  They gave me a certificate and everything.  My friend’s a broker and I figured, “Why the hell not?”  It’d be good to know the ins and outs of the real estate business.  Yeah, I know it’s totally random but that’s my problem.  I AM random.  Almost everything interests me…I want to do everything.

I guess that’s the beauty of my job right now.  I never know what’s going to come through the doors, it’s a guessing game.  It keeps me on my toes.

I got a grip of text messages throughout the day from coworkers.  Something about federal agents and police officers.  I picked a fine day to be out.  *grin*

I visited my ex-coworker who has breast cancer.  She finished her chemotherapy and is going to have surgery…then radiation.  She’s depressed because her body aches everywhere and she gets winded quickly.  There’s nothing I can do for her except bring her food that she loves, listen and validate her issues.

I went shopping for two hours and bought NOTHING.  Is this how it feels to be impotent?

Kenpo X.

It’s my favorite.
I wonder what would happen if it I did it two days in a row?
Tomorrow’s supposed to be a “rest” day…

A friend of mine asked me if I was in love.
I told him, “no”.
He seemed confused with my reply.
I suppose I should have told him, “I’m in like”.
Perhaps that would have cleared things up for him.

Anyway…

“My Life Would Suck Without You”.
I used to like the Kelly Clarkson version to pieces…but I think I love the Glee version.
*le sigh*