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on my trashy stereo - Flaming Lips/yoshimi battles the pink robots (a present from Dy) i feel like inpending doom is looming ahead. I was so close to having a 'girlie' episode last nite on the phone with Dy. he was crazy hinting for me to move with him to OC next year in April. thank god he couldn't see my almost tears. my life is too mundane right now to make that commitment and i couldn't tell him that over the phone. I was pretty silent. thoughts of getting my ass in gear to persue another degree weight heavily on my shoulders. i looked up skols in OC today and they don't look so promising. keeping silent & ponder is all i can do for now, but i'll definitely step up when the topic confronts me again. on my trashy stereo - Baxendale/you will have your revenge I did it. I beat the Gitaroo Man game. the rush feels excellent. Zowie is now licking my ass in submission. on my trashy stereo - Fischerspooner/#1 this weekend's theme was indulgence. It was filled with nothing but pigging out, shopping for cds & toys, watching movies & video games, and lying around with Dy. (tee-hee*) this afternoon, such a girlie thing happened. i fully ripped one of my nails almost completely off. we were 'innocently' watching Dogma on tv, when i tried to shift my shorts cuz it was riding up on me. the fuker tore and i ran screaming to the bathroom. Thankfully there was no blood, but it was real close to the thumb meat and when i showed Dy, he cringed. i kept the bloody nail and showed karen when she came home. Much sympathy was bestowed and now i'm hacking away the other nails to make them even... i don't know if i should bronze the cursed nail (Dy's suggestion) or if i should eat it. I feel ripped off of all the energy and calcium produced in that part of me (cheezy pun intended). It's kind of like, when you're bleeding, you suck on your cut thinking that somehow the nutrients will go back into your system. yeah, i think i'll eat it... on my trashy stereo - Velvet Goldmine/st the Surprise party went well. Jess was really surprised to the point of almost becoming emotional. the cake came out flat and interesting. Mr. eff brought a pirate and a mermaid pinata. they were stuffed so well, that it became impossible to break. finally, after over a hundred whacks and the beating cane breaking, the birthday girl cracked open the pirate by ripping it's legs apart and shoving the last bit of recognizable cane up its rear. and i can still remember Jim the brit with his shocked but amused expression inquiring, "Is this what american children do at all birthday parties?" karen just told me she saw the fiercest queens on the lot of WB today. how lucky is her work? she gets to cruz the WB studios?!?! ps. finally passed Level 8 on Gitaroo Man !!! took 4 days and i think my fingers are gonna expire soon... arrgghhh.. sorry karen, for playing the game so loud at nite. on my trashy stereo - Jeru tha Damaja/wrath of the math (afu rocks) yesh, i'm back from being MIA. the weekend was hectic. went with Dy to Club Synthetic to scope out the electro scene in LA. it was a'aight. Saturday hung out with 2nd wife and Gary in J-town and K-town for some eatin', shoppin', skateboardin', cafe-tea-sippin', crazy image doodlin', and back eatin' again respectively... sunday attempted to attend the Sunset Junction for some Sleater-Kinney and Chaka Khan (what a combo!) but it was fukin ridiculous so me and Alex left to Electric Lotus for some FINE indian food. i'm still dreaming bout tha curry they got going on... right now i'm finally trying out the chocolate/coke cake from Nigella Bite's "How to be a Domestic Goddess". the baking's done, and i'm waiting it to cool to put on the icing. hopefully, no one will get sik on it at the party tonight. it's gonna be a pinata party at Mong's for Jessica's bday. all the hawaii peeps are heading ovah with their significant othas. i wonder what they are gonna fill the pinata with? knowing Mr. eff, it just might be something twisted. also found some online translations of this manga called MPD Psycho. it's illustrations are sik. i love it. will put a link to the site in next month's layout. cheeky squirrel girl is just too lazy right now. on my trashy stereo - KIDS/st 
on my trashy stereo - Beastie Boys/the def jam master demos slowly recovering from the aftermath. even my cold is disappering. Tonight is Jess's bday party nite at an english pub. found out that Rude808 just moved up here with his underage girl. how neat! Dy came over last nite to try and make me better. He is so sweet. I basically ranted and raved about my shitty weekend and he reveled in the horror of it. He kept asking me about my arranged husband. Mental note: guys don't let little things like being sik defer them from sucking your breath away. totally bored with looking for jobs via internet, i've taken in the pasttime of finding bbs in other languages (preferablily asian) and translating it with babelfish. so far, my favorite line is: "...as for me, aloha person of shirt. Being hot, you die." on my trashy stereo - my mom's yacking barely surviving the torment being issued onto my person this weekend. The wedding was in a beautiful far off place in the malibu mountains. it was astoundlngly quiet and full of nature's pureness. we were on some kind of native american ranch with crazy cliffs. i thought about jumping off them numerous times that afternoon to end my suffering and become one with nature. surely, my sickness has hit it's peak and can only go downhill from now. u-oh... my mom is snooping in my closet now. can't remember if i hid all of Dy's clothes away properly.... *crap* ps. forgot to mentioned when me and karen was at the beverly ctr. we made our traditional round to PET LOVE where we witnessed to iguanas making slow pet love in their display cubicle. karen was much intrigued & couldn't look away. i pointed and cried at all the baby poodles for sale. on my trashy stereo - pink/missunderstood (...you're making me ill..) cheezy album, but in a good why, and the 'pill' song is so fitting to how i'm feeling now. coincidently, the vid played not too long ago and i sang along cuz of the events that are going on right now. so far, in the past 2 days, my throat has been killing me, i have no appetite, and fitful sleeps. Yup, i'm getting sick, and to top it off, my momma is coming to visit me tomorrow and i must put up appearences. not to mention haul ass and clean house. blah. momma insists on dragging my ass to this wedding on saturday. a daughter of one of her 'dear friends'. i've never met any of these people and have nothing to wear to it. and her good friend is also flying up to see the ceremony. Aunty D. is the one who wanted to 'arrange' me and her son together. I thought i'd only have to put up with them for about a day or so, but Aunty D. calls me tonight and insists that i ride with her son to pick them up at the airport tomorrow and have dinner afterward. nice. i have a feeling that they are gonna stay with me the whole weekend and take me to the wedding. i thought maybe i was unconsciously getting myself sick so i could tell momma that i couldn't go. But now, they made it so that i can't really do anything but. great. Aunt D. made her son call me to ask me if he could pick me up and take me to the airport. and we both realized that both are moms have no idea where the wedding is nor where they are spending the nite! (so they claim) i bet the wedding is really our own, that's why she wants me to meet him tomorrow. ii'm catching on to their manipulative plan... i tell ya, meddling korean moms make me wanna break out and run. hell, it's even making karen wanna take me somewhere far from here. and Dy is working like crazy. i haven't talked to him in 2 days and so he doesn't know that i'm gonna meet my 'arranged husband' tomorrow. (that's what he calls him) ehhehehee*. poor Dy, i hope he's still alive. i don't know if he will recover from his workload. it's inhumane to work sat & sun till 6am monday, then get up 2 hours later and work till 11pm!!! and that's NOT overtimed. i swear, i would have quit a long time ago if that was me... k, well i guess i should attempt to get well for christ's sake. gonna try and OD on tussin and at least get a decent nite's sleep. oh yeah, how could i forget? i finally got my beloved Diesel vest and saw 'Signs' with Karen at the malls (Beverly and Grove respectively). nuff said, i'm tired... on my trashy stereo - the vines/highly evolved (cuz he'z my husband) it's coffee/ painting time... oh wait, chatting with punky-Joni up in sf right now. she has a black/white hairdo. must take trip back up again to witness this... this link is dedicated to mr. eff. on my trashy stereo - Eels/electro-shock blues on my trashy stereo - Kylie Minogue (cuz i feel like poppin') 1. the chicken is marinating in the jerk sauce for some yum-yum din-din. 2. finally washing the 'I *heart* NY' tee Mong got for me. i deconstructed/abused it the past week and wore it 4x. now i can wear it 4x more. 3. painted black stripes down the middle of my uber-long nails. 4. September prediction: i see travel spicing up your life dear thea. 5. one of my nails just ripped. now not even. must cut them all off... 6. almost done with Jacky's party flyer. He emailed me some advice which i will all use because i love him so. he is the will to my grace. or is he the grace to my will? in the faggy realm, lines blur like crazy. on my trashy stereo - Dandy Warhols excerpt from Illusions: the adventures of a reluctant messiah "In order to live free and happily, you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice." i need to be cured of this terrible infliction... on my trashy stereo - American Gigolo compilation/mixed by Tiga Hopefully this Reese's cereal can calm down my morning. this time it wasn't so pleasent getting up at 7am. i woke up i guess i must really be stressed about doing nothing. i haven't cried like that in a long, LONG time. and the only other dream i had in my life where i was crying for real while waking up, was the one where my mother was chasing me in a scenic hell-like environment with a very big knife and screaming like a banshee. but that's another couch talk... on my trashy stereo - Verve//remixed Slowly starting to master TonyHPS#3 with Rudi. She's crashing ovah again tonight. Dy and his crew are workin' on #4 as we speak it. in fact, he's STILL at work. can we say 15/hour workday boys & girls. INSANE i tell ya'. and i had my 4th thai iced tea in the past 5 days... and i am no longer obsessed with ties, but i STILL NEED that diesel vest... on my trashy stereo - DJ Jazzy Jeff/oldskol mix on my trashy stereo - Refused/songs to fan the flames of discontent today i finally installed the ceiling lamp Dy got me. it's purdy! the shades (there are 5 blocks of them all in a line) have this sort of brick-motif and i wanna write obscene words on them. call me miss fixit. just hope the bloody thing doesn't fall on me while i sleep. EmoPorn. go and shave yourself. on my trashy stereo - muzik/miss kittin mix |
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