wabbit
01/13/01
The Wabbit Has Landed
My gal pal waisum is here visiting with me this weekend on a spontaneous adjunct to her business trip. Yay. Was it only a couple weeks ago that I saw her in nyc and she was scaring Tae & Mr Wong over korean food at Hanbat? *Giggle*
So, i bagged on bible study tonight, bagged on visiting with JJ for dinner, & instead played taxi driver for the hyper sprite. Right now, she’s sitting on my bed in her Pj’s and flirting with a married man on the phone. Some things never change.
Arch Who?
An episode this week with someone attempting to be an *arch nemesis* to me. Now peeps, I don’t have a chip on my shoulder and I don’t hate men and I don’t think I’m terribly arrogant, conceited, selfish, or myopic. But then again, if I were any of those things, of course I’d never admit it to myself nor to you, but somehow I think I’m a bit of a freak magnet and the idea that someone felt the urge to *Call Me Out* and *Put Me In My Place* is kind of.. well more than annoying. And more than I’d like to admit, it got under my skin.
I’d always considered my rants on ii stix rather playful, honest, earnest, and amusing, but not beligerent or disrespectful to guys as was the interpretation that this guy got. Whatever, it’s an immature episode that I should just flick off of myself as foolish negativity. Maybe you’re not really *somebody* until *somebody* hates you. *Sigh*. I didn’t ask for this. At least it wasn’t as annoying and infuriating as the John Dick episode, but still.. blar, right?
And then, there are the other weird things going through my brain.
My Hell
For an anti foot fetishist, I still talk about feet more often than is probably proper.This morning, i recognized what my hell would be like through a dream.The stench of mens sweat socks. Not just stinky sweat socks, but that old man type of smell added into their sweat socks. And my punishment is having to try and wade through all the socks and match up the pairs.
Ick.
I brushed my teeth for about 20 minutes straight tryign to get the phantom of a dream of stinky old man sweat socks out of my brain. Ick.
Bemusing
So yeah… I’m wondering what Hot Lips is thinking of me. If he’s thinking of me. If he’s reading this which is a suspicious possibility, and how folly filled it was to think that he might have been the secret admirer who sent the flowers. Wabbit & P thought so. But then again, they have a higher opinion of me than I probably deserve.
*Shrug*
The wabbit calls. I’m off to huddle down in my PJs.
Goodnight!
Min Jung
(PLEASE OH LORD, NO STINKY SOCKS DREAMS TONIGHT)
Wabbit, Cabbit same difference.
Ryoki-chan from Tenchi Muyo
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