9 posts from July 2009

Hung out with Baldy tonight. We just talked shit and drank mojitos and stuff. Then we hung out in Don Quijote, where I saw the following two incredibly inappropriate things.

This was one of those head bobby things, but it just looks so wrong. Imagine it happily moving its head from side to side.

And this is the famous male jack-off tool, the Tenga. The one on the left is regular (Japanese) size, the one on the right, "US" size! WTF!? I also bought a hand held electric massage for my neck. The pain came back as soon as I went back to work. The electric massage embarrassingly sounds like a vibrator, so I hope my neighbors don't hear.

From next week, everything's going to change. Everything I've been working my ass off for will (hopefully) finally be in my hands, and I can relax. I think my neck pain will disappear then. I've been stressed out and tense for months now.

My life focus will change from trying to get into a school with a scholarship, to... I don't know. I guess just waiting and preparing. I don't want to talk too much about it now, I'm scared I'll jinx myself. I won't relax until I have the official acceptance documents in my hands.

So there's this weird old dude who lives down the hall, and I severely dislike him and there's a cold war between us. At first he slowly but surely started invading my privacy, until one day when things got really bad, I shouted at him to never speak to me again. And then one time, after a really stressful day when I was in a really bad mood (I think it was after the cops ambushed me outside of my own building and made me look like a criminal in front of all the salarymen hanging out on their lunch break, just because I look foreign), I walked passed his open door and kicked it really hard shut. I did this despite the fact that he was standing in the doorway, but I felt like, why should I accommodate him taking up the hallway, today he better accommodate me walking down the hallway.

Ever since then, whenever he sees me, he quickly runs into his room and shuts the door. But the other day, I saw the inside of his door before he had the chance to shut it.

And it sort of broke my heart. He had cut out the Coca Cola logo from a bottle of coke and carefully taped it on his door. He also cut out a few other colorful pictures and logos and carefully taped those on his door too. All the pictures were carefully framed with black masking tape. It struck me that he was such a sad, lonely man, and he saw the beauty in the bright red and white of a coca cola logo, and his little capsule room was his world. I just suddenly felt so sad.

But I'm not talking to him again. I'm not inviting that can of worms into my life again.

I just found the cure to insomnia.

Terminator Salvation.

Called my boss.

Told him I wanted to take three days off because I needed to get stuff done for school (he told me already that I don't need an education, I can make money already). He sputtered and probably reached for another beer, then struggled for the cigarettes that aren't in his pocket anymore because he quit last month because the doctor told him if he didn't he'd die. Before he could say anything else I said sorry and then bye and then hung up.

FREEDOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

Hope I'm not fired when I get back.

FREEEDOMMMMMMMM!!!!

I just decided, I'm taking the rest of the week off, except for Friday because the penalty's huge for Friday.

Just have waaaaaay too much work to do. And I just thought to myself, wouldn't it just be beautiful if I were to finish this project that's been hanging over my head, once and for all?

And I decided, yes, it would be beautiful.

So I'm going to sit in my room and finish, and not leave until I am done. And this is just the break I need from that club I work in.

どうぞto all the girls, please take all my retarded loser customers. I'm starting fresh on Friday. I might even change my name.

I'll be Becky this time. Everyone says I look like her anyway.

best weekend ever.

i did NOTHING. except decompress in this big house and catch up on work. my friend gave me massages on my neck every night, and they fucking hurt, but they worked. my neck feels a million times better and the world looks so much more positive now. I was joking about having an evil demon in my neck, but I was also a little serious. Got to release that demon. I think I got most of it out.

ready to take on the crappy business as usual week now.

Got a new facebook blast from the past. This time from a kid I used to be super tight with. We were inseparable. And then he dropped out of school and I more or less never saw him again. He used to be really cute, kind of sweet looking, and sometimes auditioned for tv work in his spare time (this was LA).

Dude, I know we're both turning 30 soon, but he LOOKS old. A little too skinny. I'll be honest, he kind of has meth-face. What the fuck has he been doing over the past ten years? He had a professional picture up, and he looks like the type of slimy junkie douchebag I'd be grossed out by if I saw him in a club. No sorry, he looks like that in ALL his pictures. What happened to that sweet kid I used to know? I guess he's in a band now, so it's his job to look like that. Whatever.

I kind of miss those days when we were tight. Maybe tonight I'll dream that I'm 17 again and the highlight of my day is talking shit with my old friend.

Oh my god, I was such a pain in the ass last night. I got drunk and obnoxious! And there was no real reason for me to be such a bitch to my boss, but I was. Why do I do that?

First I got pissed off when he came up to me and drunkenly insinuated that it was my fault I that business was slow because (gasp) for one damn night I didn't have customers (I did later on that night, btw). He slammed the changing room door shut when it was half open because Ukifune was standing in the doorway, so I felt the need to tell him that was rude. Then later in front of customers, I asked for a beer and he told me no have a vodka cranberry (because beer is more expensive), and I said yes give me a beer, and he said no, and I said yes, and he said no, and I said yes, and I won. Then he walked over drinking his tenth beer of the night, and I said, "so you're allowed to drink a beer," and I said it in front of the customers. Then I wanted Ukifune to sit with us when customers came, but he said no because he's a pain in the ass and lazy, so I called her on my cellphone and told her to come, even though she was only three feet away.

So as you can see, I was acting incredibly mature last night.

Friend took this shot of me in the hallway outside before work.

I told you my hair grows fast.

Good show profiling the true stories of some of the most notorious gangsters in American history. And you can watch the whole episodes online.

When you get down to it, these men had no fathers, or terrible abusive fathers. They wanted money, they wanted status, they wanted fathers and saw the more established criminals as father figures. Without exception, they found themselves in juvenile prison before they even had a chance at a real life.

The most interesting episodes are when they profile stories intertwined with political situations. Like the episode focused completely on J Edgar Hoover -- the racist FBI Director who they label as one of the worst "gangsters" around. He was like the Dick Cheney of the 50s and 60s.

What's your favorite Michael Jackson song? Bonus points if you share the video.

BEAT IT!

He looks a little stiffer and slower here, but even so, nobody could move like him. When they break into the famous Beat It line dance, it was 1983 again.