February!
02/01/01
HAPPY NEW MONTH!
So um.. yeah, I’m feeling much better.
And no, it had nothing to do with boots knocking. (I wish)
*Some* people are mad at it. And yeah, I’m jealous, but it’s ok.
I had a good talk with Brother Wafik today.
It felt like therapy but better. It’s where you recognize the presence of God in your life and want to find an even more engaged relationship with him. It’s a good thing. For reals.
I sincerely pray that I can get over this hump of shlump that I’ve been in for a while and get onto causing craziness and general havoc. It is, after all, what I do best. *Grin*.
In other news.
Ahem, those peeps visiting my website & peeping at me at the web cam.
*PLEEZE USE SOME COMMON SENSE*
WTF. Yes, some random peeper decided to send an email to the general contact email address (sent to the sales executive who proceeded to tell me “lady, get some intelligent stalkers next time”) of
*MY WORK* to let them know that my web cam was down. WTF. And no, it wasn’t down.
It was 9AM PST you dork. Lucky for me, all I got was some teasing, but *sheesh*.
*SHEESH*
And yeah, I snapped
At my company, it’s become corporate culture to be condescending to the whole marketing industry. Marketish speech is idiot speech. The lowest common denominator. How trivial, how droll, how totally pedantic. Let me bring this down to the lowest common denominator… so that even a marketer can understand this. Let me run the BS generator on it. Let me pander to your tiny little non engineering non php grepping ock foobaring coding little pea sized brain.
Oh MJ, sorry, we didn’t mean to offend you. Oh no, like don’t take it personally or anything.
I mean, we know you’re the only marketing person here with us at lunch but really, it’s not *you* we’re talking about. We *like* you. We don’t mean to be just a little bit insensitive or careless about, gee, like the whole profession that you’re in, and like the stuff, that you have to do.
Like gee.
Ok, so it’s not like it happened all at once like that nor that it was so obvious as laid out here in this journal. But yeah… I snapped today and I had a hissy fit while on the way to lunch.
Oh, you’re apologizing for offending me *today*? Yeah, fucker, what about the other days? What about everyday where you show condescension for what I do, what I’m capable of.
Wtf. Like no wonder I’ve been miserable of late. It’s been water torture on my head and at least now I recognize it and can get over it.
Yeah, I remember when I used to even *like* marcom. Underneath it all, I still might. Unfortunately, my skin’s a little thinner than I’d like to let on and I’m not keen on resorting to the *lowest common denominator* of petty humor and lashing out with shit like you *know* I’m fully capable.
Breathe MJ, Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Pray, MJ, Pray. Yeah. God knows whatcha got and what you’re capable of and those words that he’s put within you should be used for good and not evil. Remember that. Damn it.
So, um, hey Valentine.
Actually, that’s more of a question than a statement.
As it currently stands, (and probably will continue to) Ernie, yes, Ernie, is my valentine.
Congrats to the boy for winning the Best New Blog of 2000 award ala the Bloggies.
Yay. Go Kid. You’ve earned it and what the hell, I still think you should have won for SurvivorBlog.
Cyn’s sending me some luving too. *SWOON*
Inquiry: Does having a gay man as my valentine and swooning over a hot married chick sending me a valentine make me bi-curious or just weird. *Shrug* Still too Catholic. I guess I’m asexual.
“Hey, I’m asexual! I�m a polyp, I’m a hydra, I’m a polyp, I’m a hydra, and do the dance, cartwheels whee!”.
Ok, old old old insider joke. That totally confused you right?
I think only Anna Banana Michaelson Ulrey aka the Tattooed Princess, would get that one.
It involves high school AP Bio studies, caffeine, delirium, and my total neurotic nerdy days.
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And yeah, *Valentine* you exactor you,
I know you aren’t reading this,
(er, at least I hope not)
but I’m putting this out there …
for the sake of throwing this out into the universe…
and perhaps something about it will come back to me …but saying
“Hey Valentine”
brings back sweet memories of
our very first date
on Valentines day last year.
I asked you what time it was.
You said midnight.
I looked up at you, coy, and smiled, said in typical shy awkward Min Jung fashion
“Kiss me.”
And you did.
I leaned up and kissed your lower lip while your lips swooned in on my upper lip.
I think the first words out of my mouth after our little swoon kiss was *wow*
And you said to me stunned, and woozy
“Min Jung, I think that’s the most perfect thing that you’ve ever done.”
And I *blushed*
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I don’t miss you anymore. I am not sad anymore. No really.
I just want to send out some thanks to you for making me remember
that even this weird little girl could have a really magical Valentines day.
Night night folks,
Much love
Min Jung
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