2/24/00
Hey gang,
When March comes in like a Lion it jets like a Lamb. Or so they say. And with an aching desire to see the gentle and less fickle behavior of Bay Area weather, I offer blood sacrifices in paper cuts & popped zits to the kind deity up above. What the hell with all this wet shit?
And with the new millennium and the onset of the year of the Dragon, I can’t help but feel excited, scared & full of hopped-up-on-gummy-bears-and-cherry-coke-and-puppy-kiss-on-my-nose type of wacked out anticipation and giddiness. How’s the new year been for me so far?
After professional adventures in the valley over the last four years, including abject poverty and exploitation, sexual harassment, and being cursed with a computer that has a nervous tick and crashes and burns at the mere whisper of the word “Kenny”, I’ve finally found a way to combine my greatest interests with a paycheck. I left my last company (dealers in porn, copyright violations, and discussions of existential feminist analysis of the nouveau riche proto-culture) to go work for TheMan. Yep. No joke, I’m now a marketing manager at TheMan.Com. (For you dudes on the make, this is a pretty good place for you start getting your game on)
I swear, sometimes I think I’m living in someone else’s sick dream. This is the only place in the world where you might actually feel like an slacking underachiever for not making monster ducats by the time you’re 30. Still, hopefully, I’ll cross my fingers so that I can join the ranks of the SVM (Silicon Valley Millionaires) who sip lattes while humming opera tunes in Los Altos. My confession, I’m totally “Boojhie wannabe”. (That’s ghetto speak for an aspiring Bourgeouisie debutante) I’ve already started salivating over the “Boojhie-Mobile” none other than the 2000 Audi TT. “DAMN, Ya Look Good When You Back That Thing up.”
In other news, in case you haven’t received word back through your psychic friends or your crystal ball yet, Hell Froze over this past valentines day. Nope, I ain’t giving details, but yours truly was actually kissed by someone who wasn’t a frog this past valentine.
Yes Virginia, there really is a Santa Claus.
Peace Out & Rage Like Lions,
Min Jung
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