03/01/01
Happy Ash Wednesday.
Yes that�s dirt on my face. Now bug off.
OK, on Spontaneity: Craziness on Tuesdays are a Good Thing
So in a moment of irreverent spontaneity last night, I realized around 11 PM yesterday that it was Fat Tuesday. Fat Tuesday sans Poonchkies. Fat Tuesday sans donuts, chocolates & pancakes. Fat Tuesday sans dradle. Oops.. ok, maybe not.
Anyways, 11:08, I grab jacket, bag & keys & run upstairs. Mind you, I’m in my pajama sweats, no makeup & contacts popped out.
I run & yell up to housemate Jon “Hey you wanna do something crazy?”
His response…”Uh…”
Me again, frantic “Come on, it’s fat Tuesday, there’s an hour left before midnight, lets go smoke cigarettes & get Krispy Kreme Donuts”
Jon: “Uh…are you serious”
Me: “10…9….8….7…6…”
Jon “Ok Ok, I’m coming!”
So after hopping in the car & heading towards Union City, we realize after driving for 15 minutes that we’ve gone the wrong way on highway 880. SHIT! 27 minutes left to turn around & get donuts.
‘27 minutes before I have my last cigarette period. (If I do it for God, maybe I won’t be so flaky)
27 minutes to race down 880 & shove some sweets into my face.
Blammo. Come into the driveway, drop off Jon and he runs inside to pick up a quick dozen & some milk. Comes back out with 4 minutes to spare.
We promptly shove donuts into our faces. 2 each in 4 minutes flat. Sugar glaze everywhere.
It was beautiful. Near orgasmic I tell you.
No, I’m serious. Why are you looking at me like that?
And this made me laugh & laugh & laugh
Remember when Ernie & I were trash talking about Playa Hating Rick Yune & Lisa Ling acting like they were “sooo” sleeping together at the Ammys? Well it is way true.
Playing off of that, this yahoo club that I peruse has a fellow trash talker who calls himself
Kyoppo: So, Lisa, you met current beau Rick Yune, at the AAJA conference?
Lisa Ling: Yes, well, as many people know I was a reporter on Channel One before The View and still have a strong interest in current events.
K: So…uhm..why was Rick there?
LL: Well, people were getting pretty tired of inviting Russell Wong, so they needed another visible Asian-American male. Dean Cain was too busy trying to save his career.
K: How did you get together?
LL: We were on a panel called, “New Asian-American Media Darlings: Please Dear God Don’t Do Anything Dumb to Disgrace the Race.” It was mediated by Gedde Wantanabe.
K: So how did sparks fly?
LL: I was discussing how sometimes my co-hosts on The View, except Star. sometimes dismiss my views as being from the point of a woman of color because I’m Asian. especially Barbara. The Rick said.
“They are all just playa hatas. The need to start hating the game and not the playa.”
That was so sweet.
K: And sparks flew?
LL: Oh yes, I really believe that Joy, Meredith and Barbara were truly playa hatas. But it took Rick saying it for me to believe it.
K: Ooooooh-kaaay……Then what?
LL: Well let’s just say I ended up in nothing but capri pants and a smile.
K: I’m sure someone was sporting a fleece too.
And then there’s writing Porn.
COMABOUND
For you luv,
Ed knocked nervously on the door. After all, it was his first day delivering Chinese food for Wei Hung Long and he’d heard that, well, some of the deliveries would get interesting. One in particular that he’d heard about and was particularly intrigued with was Ms X. The mystery of it and the eroticism involved were unmatched. Deliveries were never at the same home twice. The light in the hallway would always be out, and before a delivery would be accepted, both earplugs and a blindfold would be required. The tip, however, was always unparalleled.
How did they always know it was the same Ms X? Her order. Footlong eggroll. Cream Of Sum Yung Gai soup. Uncut steamy Gai Lan(g).When that order came in, they knew that they had to initiate the new guy.
After waiting a bit, blind, deaf and with heart slightly palpitating, Ed could feel the door open. A hand stroked upwards, softly, from his navel up to one nipple. A sharp fingernail scraped him softly along the clavicle and under his chin, slightly grazing his bobbing Adams apple, and then turned his face from side to side. She then tugged him by the ear towards her and whispered in a steamy honey breath, “Come In.”.
Bowm chika bow bow.
CYN, take it to the next scene!
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