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As i was driving to work a bit late this morning, i couldn't help notice that people were tailing my ass (while i was doing 75-80mph not in the 'fast lane'), and cutting others off like maniacs. Now, i know this is normal behaviour thoughout LA's freeways, but this morning consisted only of these types of driving. Then i realized, EVERYONE WAS LATE. Why else would you be on the 134E at 9:07am driving like a bat outta hell? Etsu and Cyril left for Japan today. Lucky Canadians! I wish i was smaller, so i can stow myself in one of their luggages and visit her family and pinch her kawaii niece's cheeks! So my saturday plans are all jumbled, cuz it notorious EVE's bday thing, and although i love kat, i deteste' prolonged exposure to the other... And to top it off, Dy and a bunch of his coworkers got Kid Koala / Tobin Amon tickets at the Henry Fonda! so wait! i guess everything works out perfectly!!! I'll go to the show with the neversoft crew, and after make a special brief appearence at the bday party @ Goldfinger. Sweet* I have submitted to the marketing ploys of Hershey's and have purchased 3 bars of their new S'mores before even tasting the treat. Indeed, it's about time of my 'Spring Sugar Rush'. To show some self control, I promised myself to the snack around 3pm. Plus, it'll break up the monotonous day... Tonight is off to work on my secret crochetting plans. Gambatte! As i was walked around the neighborhood near my workplace, i saw two little doggies in an otherwise empty car. One was a silver toy poodle and the other a brown wienerdog. The windows were left cracked open 3 inches from the top, in the blazing socal. heat. it was around 1pm, and they yelped at me as i walked by. And they still yelped as i was a block away, heading towards the store. I felt like crying, smashing in the windows and liberating them, and if i had a cell phone, i would have called 911... sometimes, i hate people I do believe within this past weekend, practically everyone i know saw the 'Sunshine of the Spotless' movie. Me, not having a particular liking towards romance movies, found it to be likable. Carey's character topping as most agreeable, while Dunst's being at the very opposite end of the spectrum. I know a movie's good when it stays with me for a day or 2 after. This one kept popping up thoughout today, while me and dy were out and about. So much, that we decided to switch up our normal outtings and went for something new (like the boring couple shite that hindered the movie's couple and ultimately grew into a huge festering wound). Instead of just walking to coffee bean, we ventured to the richer side of town and partook in some sugarplum delights at Susina Bakery & Cafe on Beverly. There, i was simply delighted in the candied easter eggs and homemade marshmellos, grapefruit gummies, and tutti frutti candy canes! We ordered a bunch of italian cookies and a scrumptious blueberry muffin for our afternoon cafe. Then we walked across the street to get some iced espresso drinks. It wasn't such a crazy plan, but made the day so much more fun! And on a whim, we headed over to the beverly center to visit karen only to find disappointment... (poo) but dy did buy a nice summer shirt at hugo boss... The YYY show was a growing experience. Dy and i stood though 2 very shitty opening acts (i would go as far to say they were the WORST openers i have ever had the displeasure of hearing) for 2 1/2 hours till the Yeah's took to stage. I loved her 2nd outfit change that transformed her into a slinky silver alien before our very eyes while singing Y Control. And i was content that she sang all the favorite fast songs (Art Star, Mystery Girl, Tick, Black Tongue....) with the style of a spoild little girl. Too bad her heart was broken that nite* Okay time for another junky update (i'm sooo sorry): 1. Rudi almosted failed (at life that is! check her bloggy for more details!) 2. Walked around the hood in the heat in search of a decent apt for dy 3. Survived another verbal abuse filled weekend with the OC Dacks 4. Went to Par Avion with OC and Mong-e 5. Made some excellente' spagetti 6. Saw a crazy homeless deaf person 'signing' to himself on the sidewalk! 7. Ebay auction shites are ovah, and i don't know if i wanna do any more for awhile, it's not worth it unless i'm selling stuff i got for free... 8. Gonna see the YYY's in about an hour with dy (gotta get ready!) So yeah, byeeeeeeeeeeeeee* Here's a junky update. Sorry bloggy.... 1. saw 'School of Rock' (entertaining & cute but kind of slow) 2. parents called me for girls day and promised a nice gift if i meet up with them in vegas in may 3. there was a huge ass bee hive near the entrance of our apt (evil Death Beez of Hell!) 4. It's hella warm here in Hell-A 5. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate work 6. I want to go to japan sooo badly (Ron just got back, lucky SOB) 7. Tis the season of Girl Scout Cookies 8. I baked lemon bars last nite 9. I have 12 ebay auctions going as i type to clean out some of my crap. Can't wait to see how much money i'll get for things i wanted to throw away... This past weekend was nutz. Sat nite we (Kat, Tyson, PJ & I met up with Evan, swing kids, & Eve) went to test out Club Par Avion. It was cute, and they played such a mix of music. Need i say we got pre-smashed/stoned before attending? The price was right, but the bar was jacked. 3$ drinks, my ass! But i got a free mixed cd and my picture taken. Lord only knows how it's gonna turn out. And my soul wasn't the only one stolen. Can't wait to see a drunkin' Kathy and PJ. I also vaguely remember some tall guy telling me i was purdieee, and the dancefloor lights freaking me and Kat out. It made it somewhat hard to dance, cuz they were sooo blinky and crazy. After, we drove to Taco Smell and ordered a shite load of food. It was the best food EVER! Then we all passed out round 4am. Today i got a special delivery at work, from my Dy! He sent me some boneless pork chops from Omaha Steaks! I count this as one of the radest gifts ever! Since i recently expressed my distaste for getting flowers, my clever monkey boy found a better solution. Plus + , i love the fact that it's a 'win-win' situation, for i get to cook him kick ass dinners all weekend! Who got some new kicks? Thea's got some new kicks! Can we say 'Okapi' Adidas boyz n' girlz? Thanks you Miss Dolly, and thank your papa for bringing them all the way from Asia! They are ultra light and made out of the softest suede ever, making me feel like the modern Cinderella whenever I put them on... (*bliss*)  Today Dim-Sum will forever be known as the 'Evil-Elvish-Tap-Dancing-Dog'. Evil, cuz she shite all under Kathy's desk in her room (making us even for my cat-pissed on the bed incident*) AND as well as crapping in the livingroom. Elvish, cuz Dy brought to attention that her fur on ther feet come to a point, giving the illlustion that she wears elvish-shoes. Tap dancing, cuz when she's in the kitchen, her nails make a clicky sound. And dog, cuz, hell.... she's a dog. i've made up my mind that i'm gonna become waif-thin again, like my younger years. My goal? To become one of those funny alien-looking twig models and take my chances in Tokyo. Only 2 things stand in my way of fashion fame. i love food and i'm too old....(sigh) Klean, kLean, kleAn* Klean, klEan, kleaN* I dedicated today to the ritual of organizing my habitat, as well as the living room. Geez, i feel so bad having had all my crap outside there since October! Kat must think i'm sum kine of slob. And in a couple of hours, i'll be out on the town with Kat and Karen (for her b-day celebration). Last nite Dy, Kat, and i went to the restuant Orchard, located in K-Town (between 6th and Wilshire & Western)to visit Karen while she was working. It looked like a club from the outside, and the inside had a Las Vegasy-'under the sea but in the future' feel. The executive chef was to from hawaii and use to work at Roy's. Though what was really impressive was that there was a 3 collumn page of MARTINIS! Being the stubborn Capricorns that we were, me and Kathy got into a dare to order the wierdest ones on the menu. Kathy got the 'Shrimp Martini' made out of peppered vodka, tobassco, and shrimp, and i got the 'Octopus Martini' made with peppered vodka, something i forgot, and smoked octopus. We all agreed that Kat's was an undrinkable mouth-burning piss while i am proud to say, i am no sandbagger and finished that bad boy by the end of the meal. And needless to say, i had a good buzz thoughout the nite (Kathy claiming i reeked of alcohol). We got home where Kathy and Dy discussed the wonderfulness of their leftover cough syrups which they still drink. I'm afraid they have become codine addicts. Overall, i give the place an 8 out of 10. It would have gotten a perfect in my book if the place wasn't so empty, Karen was still wearing the legendary slutty biker top, and our bill (covering only dy and i) didn't come out blingy. Though the manager was nice enough to give us a discount being that we were friends of Karen. The conspiracy is ON! We received in the mail today, an issue of BUST addressed (as in with a subscription) to: Kathy & Thea. Whoever out there is trying to turn us into a couple of lezzies, ya better email now! Nah, nah, seriously, who ordered us this subscription??? We would like to properly tank yo ass. I love the Chapelle show and i deteste V-Day. If someone is that naive & cannot see through this made up consumer holiday for purchasing gaudy heart shaped blinging-blings, gorge boxes of sweets, and totally overpriced, already-dead flowers (being that they have been severed from the nurturing ground roots) for 200$ a dozen, i say they deserve to be suckered. This day has dampered the spirits of my poor Dy, for he felt he didn't plan anything special enough for this day as any other day. Little did he know that just by being there and holding my hand, was all i needed. I, on the other hand, was partially suckered and bought him some black socks with white skulls on it* I decided to treat myself and bought Gregory Maguire's novel 'Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister'. So far so good, for i have read half already and for the past 2 nites, i've been having the weirdest dreams. This novel is filled with such enchantment, it has put me in an ruddy frame of mind. Last nite went smashingly! Congrats and props go out to Mr. Robert English for putting together such an EXCELLENTE SHOW* It was such a success, that at one point, or actually many points in time, i felt like a sardine, crammed in such a fitted atmoshpere. There were TONS of peeps everywhere! Everyone who knew i had a piece in the show, expressed their fondness for it. (insert inflated ego here) The drinks were festive, and the people flocked, ooh'd and aah'd. I bet Mr English totally cleaned up at the bar alone. Besides a few stray wierdos and a bit of a clepto problem, the nite went perfectly. Dj Steve was on it, and F&D rocked the small area. Next time we know to get a bigger venue for them and their fans. Since i am desensatized of my own work and do not ever wanna knit a sweatshop monk ever again, here were my top of the pops (art that is...)for the exhibit: 1. Etsu Meusy's wonderful art (i have a strong argument to why this choice is not truly bias. Because they Rocked!) 2. Reggie-On's Monkeys with bannana. (an instillation with a story) 3. Dan Burgerman's twisty monkeys on rubbish (they were cute! nuff said) By the mid-end of the nite, Robert was simply 'glowing'. I'm so happy for and proud of him, for he now obtains the wisdom that he is a mega promoter and designer. Viva le Robert! and i promise to upload some pics real soon for viewing pleasure of all. p.s. Being overhyped only gets your foot in the door. If you don't maintain, it shows. kozyndan can kiss my ass. I'm wide awake, feeding off the electric currents in the air. My Sweatshop Monkeys and badge sets are completed thanks to the help of my dear wife Kat and butt monkey Dy. Now i must make my way downtown to help Robert set up shop. So it's getting down to the wire. i have to make 2 more minimum wage monkey heads, the badge sets and help set up, get an outfit, and keep cool all by sat nite! Super stoked cuz my YYY's tickets arrived today as well as a letter from brandy. I really should get to writing and calling my peeps. I've been a neglectful friend this past year and should really make up for it. Aftah the show, i promise calls abound! p.s. check out miss rudi's blog. Gurl got sexy all of a sudden* watch out boiz Just got done watching 'the Professional'. It's one of those movies that no matter cut or original, 1/3rd or 4/5ths into it, i have to watch till the end. Natalie Portman is SOOO charming and adorible, (and i simply LOVE her hair cut!) that it's a winner. And on a random tangent, i just remembered i dreamt i was making s'mores last nite. Next grocery stop will be for marshymellows and grams* Lessons to be learned this weekend: 1. I cannot handle tequila in mid-day 2. Cats really do LOVE string (damn u Mistress) 3. Gary has a really nice condo 4. i can watch 3 different marathons at the same time (Queer Eye, Charmed, and the Surreal Life) while keeping up with the Supa Bowl haps. 5. James Bond movies are awesome (especially when he's played by Mr. Sean) 6. My daddy is lucky! (he vegas pick for supa bowl won*) And the Instant Life Site is up for viewing! Everyone in the Los Angeles area come check out the opening this sat in Chinatown* It'll be fun! Wahhhhh....... 2nd nite in a row me work long time. Last nite i was here till 10pm. lets see how long tonight goes.... so for this half week, neo-monkeys on hold as well as progress on FFx-2 and any summer prep exersize. And FINALLY, i will have closure with my demon car. The car angels will be takin it away this sat mornin'. God bless.....* Follow Up Working 29 hours in two days without overtime or comps. has got to be illegal somewhere, some place in this great capitalistic society of ours. This fuels me even more to beat the system, fight the Man, and pay off my car debt in 1/4th the time... damn i'm beat *Neo-Sea Monkey update* Count up too #9! I'm so excited bout tha show. Robert's so excited bout the show. We are SOOOO excited bout the show. is this SHIT fo' real? Damn.... i saw this on some othah person's blog and had to spread such knowledge! A brief wave of high strung bitchy-ness blew in this weekend. Hopefully this will clear by mid next week... and nibbles of 411 are turning me into a GR Hater... It's the Year of the Butt-Monkey!!! that is my new nickname for Dy. hehehehee* and things have been so hectik. Robert has offically tagged me on as part organizer and advisor for the Instant Life show. Kami-sama, it's in less then 3 weeks and we are stressin' da fuk out. Actually, i find the deadline most motivating. i am on minimum-wage-monkey #6 and am actually inspired to do a painting as well... but will hold up on that till the last moments if there's time. And as ever, i'm broke like a joke and need to get a 2nd job soon, or else... I hate being a girl. How embarrassing... today i completely lost it and did a total 'Britney Tears' in Mark's office. It all stemed from last nite when i had to take Dy to the emergency room at midnite. His inhaler wasn't working and so he wanted medical attention. We go to fukin Kaiser-kills and WAIT in the freakin' emergency room for almost 2 hours. All the while his chest is constricted and he can hardly breathe. Then we finally get to see the doctor who checked him out for less then 2 mins and gave him a perscription for cough meds and antibiotics claiming he had bronchitis. By the time we got to the pharmacy, he feet just as bad as he did arriving. finally we get home round 330am. I got up for work and found him in my bathroom with the heat lamp on, just sitting on the floor. He was up all nite. any attempts to lie down flattened his lungs making him unable to breathe. I went to work unwillingly all the while freaking myself out in my head. Picturing him dead on the ground when i got home... So by 330pm, i was unable to take it anymore and went to Mark to ask him if i could leave early. As i explained why, i got upset and had a breakdown. Fukin' girl hormones... now my persona as a bad-ass korean girl is tossed out the window. On my quest to be trim and fit this year, i have decided to take the advice of my skinny asian coworker b-chan and drink some veggie juice. THIS is a big sign that i truly wanna get my act together cuz the juice is made out of: carrots, parsley, celery, and something else green i can't remember. It started off (round 2 weeks ago) as a gulp and an icky face after drinking her homemade shite. Now we do runs to T.Joe's to buy the juice. So far, i am up to half a cup a day at work round lunch time. I like to elude myself that i have more energy, my skin looks glowwy, i'm thinking much more tangently and i poo more often. Surely these are signs that it's doing my body good. Yes, this i must tell myself to keep drinking the drink from hell... (in a sing-song tone) 'I bought a ca-arrrr.. i bought a ca-arrr... it is a to-yooo-ta, co-rroo-llaa, 2000 and one! And it is gree-eeenn, and very clee-eaannn! And not-at-all a gimpy ca-aarrr...' Yay! now i am broke but worry free! my goal is to pay this suckah off like a mothafuk cuz the interest rate is lethal. And just like all my new posessions, i battle with the urge to put stickers all over it. Especially the Dr. Dre ones miss Viv bestowed on my 'Meats of Evil' Birthday Party Feast. Which that was it's own fiasco. What lovely cuts of meaty love. And i was touched that so many came to celebrate my life and threw in some presents as well! No Frodo, though... and of all the wonderful gifts this call to mind because of their impact: 1.a gift certificate to In-N-Out, 2.X-Men 2 dvd, 3.FF 10-2 game which i am ALREADY addicted which will be my endless source of entertainment now that i'm broke-ass, 4.the Dre stickers (ofcourse), 5.a hand knitted scarf made by Mong-e, 6.a skanner from Dy, 7.a hat like Lain wears to Cyberia, and 8.a glamour photo framed of Dim Sum. Yay! for Friends! They made me feel so good, that going into work this past saturday from 930-530 didn't feel too awful. Meat will away rule. I found one of Mistress's claw nail near her cat bowl, and a nice wet pile of puke in Kat's room this evening... i think i broke Kat's cat. Or maybe it's the Dim Sum syndrome*.. (see entry dated 11/14/02). And so i created another noteworthy jingle titled, 'Cat Puke'. This is among the ever growing list: 1.Robo Kitty 2.Microchip Kitty-kat 3.Kitty cat Meow-meow 4.Jingle Bellz 5.Heat hog 6.Cat got an itch! and 7.Give me Hone-hone. One more and i'll have an album. Could a skinny jewish boy and a hip little white girl do spoken word? I found out the answer to that and so much more last nite in my outting with Doselle and Viv. It was hillarity till no end, as Johnny Walker help bring the merriment. The Art-c loft party was okay. there were numerous props there that kept things interesting; 1. a Liz McGrath butcher knife ornament i wanted to clepto but didn't, 2. a huge black dildo with a suction cup at the base, 3. a stereo playing quietly next to a gyno chair, 4. a Mistress clone with only one eye, 5. and stylish disgruntled ex-G.Robot worker that said some pretty smacked up shite and was super hillarious! oh the fun to be had with an unknown plan. And seeing a colony of artist lofts for the first time made me want one, but after talking with 'artists' who were at the party and lived there too, i had the feeling that were i to live there, i would have no friends. It was like they were the 'hollywood-kine' artists. Name droppin' like crazy, and talking of how they jet set to all these places and did the cover for a Korn album and their concert shirts etc... enough to send shivers in me timbers. I also bought that paintbrush candy to the party to show these people that i too was an artist, without having to actually tell them. they could just take one look at my purple tongue, and get it. oh yeah, and the answer to the first question, is 'Yes, they mothafukin' can!' Already the first sign of me aging has made its appearence. For i have acquired the taste of non-fat lattes. No sugarry-caramelly-mochalattes for me anymore. Just give me the deep aromatic, warm, rich-body taste of espresso and i am a happy kitten. Thus making the mark of another year past that much deeper. oh yeah, now i have another added phobia that runs it's cold fingers down my back everytime i leave the house. The burning question,'Will there be cat pee on my bed when i return?' etched somewhere in my psyche. Thanks Mistress. Thanks for marking your territory within my territory. And the next time the answer is a 'yes', u'll have 5 toenails up your ass... And yet another year is claimed by my 'New Year's Eve Curse'. I caught back the cold Dy had just a week ago that leaves me with fatigue and a constant runny nose. Hopefully i will be well enough to briefly attend Miss Mong's Sha-bang. Never-the-less, in my quiet day, i can reveal in my past and plan for the future year. So far, my NYRs are: 1. Start recycling (it's almost a crime considering how much pepsi me and kat drink in our household not too) 2. Definitely exersize more. i've slacked this year and feel like a weak, flabby, baby 3. Take a trip to a FOREIGN country. (*wishing for Japan*) 4. Be much nicer this year. I've felt like i've built up too much negative energy this past year. Have to stop watching 'The Fabulous Life of....' and all these rich people shite-shows, for they turned me into a Hater. Leading me to the deadly sin of Envy. My karma was at an all time low and i will prevail the coming year. I am indeed uncomfortable at work right now. and in the words of my dear father, i'd have to exclaim, "It's colder then a polar bear's ass in here". Just got back from doing some creditcard damage from the XL/X'elle store. They had this sale with shirts for 5 and other stuff for crazy cheep. Got Etchan another gift (which will wait till my next holiday to BC), a free monkey pin for Dy and shot glasses from the dredy cashier. *yeah!* over all i killed round 70 which when u look at how much one of the shirts i picked up was originally, it was as if i bought that and got everything else for free. And this is the train of thought i usually tell myself when i do these mad shop sprees. Dy's parents left and i'm glad i got to meet them. They are a nice, well versed, intelligent couple. A total contrast to my own. Dy remarked how while in the presence of them, my voice became softer, an octave higher, and always gigglely... What can i say, except i was shy... Cirque spoild our senses, making Mass on Xmas mornin' all the more disappointing. In fact, it was the wierdest Mass i've been to in my life. The priest was Jamaican, the back up priest had a new york accent. The choir was backed up by a band! Drums in Church?!?! and they sang the Lord's Prayer... then the Priest closed the sermon with a fable about cannibals... it was a good story. I have to say by far, this has been the most uppy-downny holiday of my entire life. Mostly downny, but it's hard to be pesimistic during the season... First on the list is Kat getting sik, then hardly being here (physically) in LA. Then I get in a hit-and-run leaving me carless... Next, me and Dy got into a big row last nite which almost ended our relationship, and it hurt. but we have mended and are healing... And prior to that, i started feelin' ill so during and after the fight, i was at the point of fever & chillz and hardly slept a wink last nite. Leading me into today where i went to go see a doctor who gave me medication and said i should be better by the latest 48 hours. Hopefully i'll be totally good as new by tomorrow. For Dy got his parents and me tickets to Cirque du Soleil and i can't wait! My mission to find a new car is faltering. I went looking with Dy today and least to say, we only hit up one dealership to find the dream car i wanted to be solely in this god awful color. And and an elderly couple was looking to picking it up as well... and it was also 3 grand more then what i expected it to be... my brain is telling me to abort the mission and just flow through life again bumming rides and burning bridges as a moocher-friend. And last night my dreams were filled with filling in the missing scenes in 'Return of the King' with extra added gratuitous shots of Legolas. Overall, i loved it, but there was a bit too much added drama, and not enough elf-shots to make me rant 'LOVE-IT LOVE-IT!' And i found the music in the beginning to be quite wierd, making me doubt for a split second that i was in the right theater. Capricorn - Sign of the Month December 23 - January 20 If you were born between December 23 and January 20, Capricorn, the Goat holds the key to your unique individuality. The mythology associated with the constellation Capricorn is founded in the legends of the god Pan, who was said to have goat's feet and the tail of a fish. Accounts from Egypt claim that when the gods were attacked by the giant monster, Typhon, on the banks of the Nile, Zeus turned himself into a ram, Hermes into an Ibis, Apollo into a raven, and Artemis into a cat. Pan jumped into the Nile and turned his hind parts into a fish, and the rest of his body into a goat to escape. Zeus thought this was clever, so he placed the image among the stars. While Capricorn, and its dour ruler, Saturn, are not known to be notoriously clever, they seem to have inherited the wonderfully dry and mildly sarcastic wit of Pan, who was also said to have a way with the nymphs. Perhaps this is where the term "old goat" derives. Life is a serious matter for responsible and dependable Capricorn. The weight of the responsibilities and obligations that Saturn imparts is often assumed at a very young age, making this native seem old in his youth. The need for disciplined practicality is imbued from his earliest days. However, his saving grace is that glimmer of wit, which appears almost unexpectedly at opportune moments. Capricorn, at your best you are reliable, ambitious and determined. You are undaunted by travails that wilt less hardy souls. At your worst, you can be pessimistic, rigid, conventional, miserly and mean. Because you are ambitious and keep your goals within visible range, you march steadily upward to attain them. You have a special understanding of time and use it to painstakingly shape the conditions in your life that will make success inevitable. The only problem is that sometimes, by the time you can afford steak for dinner, you have no teeth left to chew it. In your work, you carry out your duties in the most practical and responsible way. You are a natural leader and organizer, and are likely to be respected for your integrity. You set high standards for yourself, and expect others to live up to them as well. You have an innate understanding of law, whether it is the law of the land or the laws of gravity, because you know that order is essential and progress cannot be measured without a standard. You need to know where you stand at any given moment, and what to expect from the future. You are generally not fond of surprises because you want to be able to plan and organize your day, and your environment, for maximum efficiency. You require form and structure in your life in order to function effectively. You need to know what's behind the door, what's around the corner and what's down the line. You insist on being consulted whenever changes are being considered in any area that affects you but are otherwise content to be left alone. You may find relationships difficult because you are accustomed to keeping your own counsel. You are a self-contained person, and because so much of your energy is geared toward career and prestige, you may miss some of the more human pleasures in life. However, when you make a commitment you will honor it with every fiber of your being. You may be shy, or you may give your professional relationships higher priority than your personal ones. You are not a touchy-feely kind of person, and may actually be awkward about demonstrations of affection. However, the best kept secret about Capricorn is that you are the sexiest sign in the zodiac. Apparently the reward for your diligent attention to duty is a special capacity to enjoy the pleasures of the senses! Your dry and delightful sense of humor often comes as a surprise to those around you. You may be a person of few words, but many of them, delivered in your cryptic style, are very funny. Your respect for family and racial traditions is also very strong. You are likely to be the one among your siblings who takes responsibility for elderly parents, or relatives. You appreciate the roots laid down by those family members who came before you, and are likely to know all the branches with your family trees. Because you have a basic respect for law and order, and in innate understanding of the need for institutions that support society at large, you are likely to be attracted to civil service professions and those associated with large organizations, especially in an administrative capacity. You may also be drawn to the fields of engineering, science, law, teaching, architecture and politics, or the building trades. You may have felt a little "out of the loop" in the past year or so, dear Capricorn. At times it may have seemed that you were stalled or dead in the water without enough wind to hoist your sails. Now with the help of Jupiter, the planet of prosperity and good luck, your loyalty and attention to your duties will put you back on course and begin to move you ahead again. As Saturn moves through Cancer, be prepared for additional responsibilities in the area of home and family. I can't even begin to justify how true this reading is. And the eerie thing is that it applies both to me and my roomie Kat, who's also a Cap. *thea is so freaking out now* MY CAR IS FUCKING DEAD. RIP PIECE OF SHITE. AND FUCK THAT GUY WHO HIT ME THEN RAN LIKE THE FUCKING DRUNK RAT THAT HE WAS. FUCK HIM AND FUCK TONIGHT... p.s. Kit-Kat is my hero/godess who braved her sickbed to pick up my broken ass in ghetto-ville. lots of love* last nite i had a dream that i was working in a music store (sans Jelly's) and i was flying on acid. And in this dream i knew i was dreaming, knowing i never did acid in my life, yet i was experiencing what i thought to be an acid trip. Whenever i looked at my feet, the carpet around my shoe area stemmed forth a nice grassy patch of earth in a brilliant kelly-green color. And when i went to reach out to a coworker to asked them if they saw the same thing, i took note that my arms were wrapped up in money like sleeves, and i could pick them off my skin etc.... unfortunately, the manager of the store came by and i had to try and ignore my amazing discoveries and act like there was nothing going on. and in this dream, i was able to pull it off... so i've decided to reawaken my hibernating stalker instincts to focus on a new victim. This time, it's a girl, and no, i'm not going ACDC on Dy. I do not lust after her. In fact, i don't even know what she looks like (yet). I'm just impressed with her development as an artist, and maybe oneday i'll be brave enough to drop her an email. but for now, my role is of a silent otaku-like fan. I feel like i have no time nowadayz. And this headache i got going on right now is killing me. The main thing on my "to do" list is to get and mail out X-Mas cards to my family. I'm sort of feelin wierd vibes coming from home. Especially since i haven't heard from my parents since i got back to LA. Ya know, since the big row i had with me mum the day i left. She probably still hates me and thinks i'm such a terrible daughter and is sending her negative vibes to fuk up my sleep. Great, i really am asian, believing in all this ~mumbo~jumbo~... And happy Early X-Mas dear journal. The new layout i promised so long ago. Maybe now i'll write in u more often then not, cuz i won't be sik of your interface. Cheerz* |
Talk trashy to me. people i stalk rudi | mr. efff | kidkore | alex i'm beat | atom | fawn | ewan the bands on high rotation • • • • • Refused • T(I)NC • the Dandy Warhols Hot Hot Heat • Pretty Girls Make Graves Adult • Yeah Yeah Yeahs • Duran Duran Ladytron • david bowie • Gravytrain Freezepop • Hello Fever • Rome • Linus recently acquired audio pleasure • • • • • No Thanks! The '70s Punk Rebellion ‡ Disc 4 Ben Sherman Sampler ‡ vol .02 No Thanks! The '70s Punk Rebellion ‡ Disc 2 Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim Fannypack ‡ So Stylistic Radio EuroClash Mix ‡ Vol #1 Dandy Warhols ‡ Welcome to the College EP Trojan ROCKSTEADY ‡ Box Set ~linkies~ • • • • • It's Super Fake Cake! A ruby satellite in orbit. Where the Art is! Oh yeah, I like rice. Crafts r' Us archives • • • • • 00/01/02/03/04/05/06/07/08/09 |