Blar
11/16/00
Blar. Sometimes I forget that work is work.
First off. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERNIE!
No deep thoughts today. Just relishing deep sleep, warm socks, and clear skies. It’s getting chilly now in SF. ~40 degrees and I’ve turned into a pathetic softy compared to my days back in michigan when I’d shower in the morning, towel drive my hair, scrape the frost from my car, drive to scool, park, walk to the door and once inside crunch my hair which had since frozen into brittle strands with the consistancy of uncooked pasta (but luckily didn’t break).
The other night, I crawled into bed and the sheets, chilly inspite of double layers of blankies and etc about me, the most reprehensibly lame thought popped into my head. “Dang, I can’t wait until I have a husband who has warm feet.”.That among other reasons why it’d be nice to have a nice boy to curl up next to.
BC and I had dinner tonight, talking about comfortable silences, cultural pop references. We have much in common. Midwest background, Catholic growing up, and some mutual friends back home. BC loves that I get his “All my exes live in Texas” references and doesn’t mind that I eat raw shrimp while he noshes on the yellowtail. He’s sweet.
I wish I wasn’t so ambivalent about love these days. Jealousy is a weird thing. Especially when a sense of ownership or more than association has been established, isn’t it? Come accross a couple of incidences of it yesterday and it catches me off guard and makes me question the dynamics of it.
Peace Out,
Min Jung
Giving You 2 Fingers Up
*ALAG - Angry Little Asian Girl*
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