Yearly : 2005

My email is filling up with profane little advertisements for…to be honest, I am not quite sure. What, for example, is ‘milf’? Is it a word so naughty that I don’t even know it? I suspect it is porn, but the messages are written in an unintelligible pidgin-esque English that makes it hard to be sure. It drives me a little bit insane to know that somehow the spammers have broken the barrier to my email. What I really want to know is if spam is really profitable? I mean, I figure it must be, or people would not do it – right? So, because some jolly old perv out there is clicking on the pidgin porn links, you and I must be degraded by lewd milf propositions. It has to stop. Don’t be that guy. Resist the urge. You don’t want their milf anyway – do you know where it’s been!?

Laundry needs doing. Work needs finishing. Car needs tuning. Friends need calling. I need sleeping. I’ve been a bit preoccupied, revelling in the joys of the season, and hanging out with the Boy. ;)

Time for bed now! :)

I get to see the boy tomorrow! I get to see the boy tomorrow! I get to see the boy tomorrow!

Not that I’m excited, or anything.

I won’t be silly and go on and on about him. I’m 26 years old. I’m not a teenager. He’s 30. He’s not really a boy.

But he’s nice, and…I get to see him tomorrow. ;)

I declined anesthesia today. Yeah: rawr! Mostly because the thought of getting stuck with a needle and drooling for hours after leaving the dentist was more unsavory than mild nerve pain. But I’m done! I’m done! I’m done! I have a slight lisp that I’m hoping will go away once I get accustomed to the new shapes in my mouth.

(Lisp, lisp, goes the little dork-girl. Lisp, lisp.)

The things that went through my mind while I was in the chair:

• It would suck if I got into a car accident after I left the dentist, and my teeth broke.
• My dentist is Egyptian and has very pretty eyes. They are green with gold flecks.
• I like the way he enunciates his assistant’s name. “Cataleena”, he says. “Cataleena.”
• There is a tightening in my left shoulder that has been getting worse and worse all day. It is a stress pain. Made worse by real pain.
• I wonder how I’m going to die? I wonder, will it hurt? Will it hurt as much as mild nerve pain, or more?
• What the hell is that noise?
• Oh. “Carol of the Bells”.
• What a creepy sounding Christmas carol.
• I want to go home. I’m hungry. I want to go home.
• I wonder if I will still like the boy after tomorrow.
• What do I want out of life?

And then, it was all over, and all the thoughts flitted merrily out of my head, and what was left is the carefree shell of a girl in front of you. Or, in front of you, by proxy. I like that word: proxy. You know – for kids!

I am going to go, and nestle into my silly bed and get some silly sleep. Much love to you all.

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Yeah, it’s a slow night here on the corral. Time for me to get some shut-eye. Vaya con dios, changos. ;)

I feel sick.

What massive suckage it is being a girl sometimes. These girlish charms do not come cheap, you bastards! *snarl*

Hehe. I’m such a dork. And a dork that has to get ready for work. Oh! And a dork with a kickass sister-in-law who is taking her to see Aerosmith in February! And a dork who is finishing her expensive dentist crap on Wednesday! And a dork who has convinced a boy she likes into going to see a girly movie on Thursday! And a dork who will come home tonight and shoot off zombie heads! ;)

Alright, that’s enough silliness. Good day to you all!

Me, I’m a dork!

But what superhero am I?

I Am Spider-Man!

Click here to take the “Which Superhero Are You?” quiz!

I’m so cool.

And, I have changed the site. I have managed to jerry-rig the code to get this layout to show up at least 43% like how I want it to show up. It is torturous and annoyed-making, and yet – I love it.

Tortured and Annoyed,

Giang ;)

(Phone rings.)

“Yeeeeess?”

“Heeeey. Can you order me a little can of, like, WD-40?”

“Uh. WD…”

“My chair is squeaking.”

(Demonstrative squeaking through the phone.)

“See? It squeaks.”

“Um. I’ll see what I can do. I might have some stuff at home, if you –”

“No, no.” Laughs. “I’m totally just kidding. I just thought you looked pretty stressed out today, so I would call you to tell you my chair is squeaking. Thought it would be funny, and cheer you up.”

“Hehe. Okay then.”

“I’m a dork. I guess it didn’t work.”

“No, I’m grinning.” (I was grinning.)

“Okay. Just calling to bug you. I know you’re busy and everything though.”

“Yeah, damnit, I’m working. Fifty bucks!”

And he emailed this:

I thought it was cute. ;) In a non-girly way. Just nice.

So, we got a box of Jelly Bellies sent from one of our merchant companies as a holiday howdy – and it’s amazing the reaction in the office. I’d say 95% of the office stopped by and exclaimed, “Oh my GOD, these are my favorite!” and then proceeded to do a taste test. I have always wondered what it is like to be the person whose job it is to create the tastes for the jelly beans. It’s uncanny. The popcorn ones – TASTE LIKE POPCORN. (“The snozberries taste like snozberries!”) But I agreed with one of my co-workers that buying a bucket of popcorn-flavored Jelly Bellies would not quite give the same feeling that buying a bucket of real popcorn does. So it always is. We insist on the real thing. It’s an odd world.

So, one of my jackanape brothers mentioned casually to me that the new layout of my site does not work on Firefox. I am caring about this. I knew I would. HE knew I would (hence, jackanape). I don’t use Firefox, and therefore it’s like saying some gypsy somewhere can’t access my website through the power of tambourine and hip-undulating, but still – there it is. Why must Internet Explorer lie and tell me things are working, when they don’t? I love Internet Explorer. I’m faithful to Internet Explorer. And yet, it lies to me. * sob * If I went back to coding my own pages, things would be simpler. In fact, I should just start writing entries in pencil and scanning them; I bet the gypsies could see them then.

I fell asleep reading Blood Meridian, and was woken up by my cellphone ringing, and now I can’t sleep because I napped too late in the day. But I will make an effort. The design of this page will change in the next day or so. I can’t take it. Damn Firefox. Such a cute little logo, but so treacherous.

I love you all, turmoiled little monkeys. ;)

They are VERY cute, are they not? ;)

And really, you can’t go wrong if you give away shot glasses as wedding favors. Whee!

Grats to my beautiful cousin Kim and her new husband Dang! ;)

And I’m awake.

And I have a lot of stuff to do. Somehow, my little cave has gotten blown up. Towels and paperwork everywhere. Also, I mean to update this site so everything works as I want it to. Also, I’ve wheedled my way into being made an administrator for the guild website, and I want to change some things on that (I have made some impressively cute changes already, to the chagrin of the manly men with whom I play). Also, my car is making that noise that means I have to take it in for it’s three-month check up. Also, my car needs a wash. Also, I have to go to the post office and mail something for work. Also, I have to defrag and clean out my computer. Also, I have to buy Christmas presents. Also, I have to get my hair cut. Also, I need new mascara (face painting!) and other assorted sundries. Also, I need to buy more soup and soft breakfast foods. Also, I have to organize the paperwork scattered on the floor and pay my bills. Also, I have to pick up my dry cleaning. Also, I need to buy a new bed. Also, I have to decide whether I want to go to the UK, or be sane and pay my dentist bill in full before I do that. Also, I have to choose my karaoke playlist for the Paco/Pakka hosted Hoang Christmas Bash. Also, I have to write my two-week late entry of our weekly go-back-and-forth story. Also, I have to make fun of Mr. Orange, because it’s only fair. ;) Also – probably more. Probably more that I have forgotten and will have to rush to do.

And I’m going to a wedding today. I will refrain from making comments. Okay, no I won’t: I would like to reiterate that I love my cousin. She’s going to be a beautiful bride, and I hope she will be happy and I hope that her first child, will be a masculine child (mostly if it is a boy). But it’s an Asian wedding. And a Catholic Asian wedding. So it’s like, they’re going to trick me into going to mass on a Saturday, and it won’t count towards my Sunday quota. And God. The Asians. God. The Asians.

Yeah, I know I’m Asian. But I’m not AsIaN. Gaaaaah.

Nah, it’ll be fine. I’m not driving.

Alright, time to pretty myself up, load ichaPod with Christmas carols and ready The Flask.

Just kidding. Maybe. ;)

Happy day to you all!

It seems bluer around here.

I won’t be able to eat solid foods for another two weeks – only assorted soups and gruels. Oh – that is maybe exaggerating. I can also eat other, non-soup, non-gruel things – so long as they are beaten down into a soup or gruel-like consistency.

Maybe I am getting the lead disease from eating canned soups. Possibly, the enormity of my boredom (and it is, indeed, enormous), when mixed with the lead from canned soups, will cause me to do some very strange and wonderful things. It may already be working –

I’m off: kilter, and to bed.