Cowboy!
03/15/01
COWBOY TAKE ME AWAY
It’s 12:17 AM and I am so regretting the fact that I need to go to work tomorrow.
Yeeps.
Why am I exhausted? Why have I been so negligent of my precious journal?
Oh shameful shameful me! I’ve been amok. Out of town, in texas.
I was outtie for the last few days at SXSW with folks representing for Survivorblog:
Ernie, Bertie, Ritchie, Kevin (& even Nikolai who’s from my home hood in Michigan, yo)
Additionally, met some super totally coolio peeps including: Andre, Dan, Tammy, Pamela, Nancy, Mike & Dinene,
Brad, Rebecca, Mr. Bastard, Allison, VJ & etc. Kevin was the king of shmooze & Ernie did wel mucking it up with A-listers. Me, who me? Do I read the top blogs? Am I cool enough? Eh.. not really, pass me a beer.
But still I had a blast and it was very cool.
Some 81 Pictures require downloadng, shrinking, a little tweaking & censorial review before publication.
Yes, some scandalous & incriminating pix but really, nothing terribly naughty happened.
I mean bejebus, to “out” the potential scandal, here’s what you might hear about me.
Here’s what rumors you might have heard about my trip to Austin.
1. I attack boys with Tampons:
Yes, with deft ninja like talents, I chucked tampons at the boys in our hotel room.
Sadly true. And caught on Video.
2. I do drugs: or at least appear like I should:
Yes, I was glowstick girl at one of the house parties. Weee… some people have pix & video. Do send & share. I don’t do drugs (other than nicotine, alcohol, caffiene & the occasional cilantro — I do enough damage without being incapaciated, yo,)
3. I’m a bitch to Hotel Staff:
True, but justified. The issues with the Sheraton are as follows:
a. Room with pullout bed has old dirty sheets & crumbs in bed along iwth terrible saggy matress…
resolved by moving to new room & having keys sent up immediately. Was told by hotel manager that we
could move our things in the morning. Wee… two rooms for one evening.
b. Discover while at vending machine that cleaning staff woman has absconded with my dress.
“Um, scuse me where did you find that?”
“It was in the trash”
“Room 845?” (The previous room where we had stayed & moved from.)
“No, room 828″
“Um, that’ s *MINE*”
c. Later that evening, issue complaint to night manager who failed to do *ANYTHING* other than pass the msg
on to the day manager. Brilliant.
d. After issuing complaint & going to room ~1AM, I discover that my *KEY DOESN”T WORK IN THE DOOR
ANYMORE* Hotel staff sends up new keys & slides them under the door. Bejebus
e. Following mornign make the complaint regarding my stolen clothing & additionally the fact that a white towel
with purple letters “COSMOPOLITAN” was picked up by the cleaning people & was missing to the day
manager who pretty much in no uncertain terms tells me
“Well, gee, it sounds lik eyou have a lot of complaints regarding oru hotel, perhaps we could recommend
another hotel that can serve your needs better.”
f. Hotel bill on check out includes a first night’s full rate for the room and not the discounted rate that was
supposed to apply for all nights. HELLO?! BEDCRUMBS IN THE DAMN SHEETS YO!
I’m 2 millimeters from going fricking medieval on this particular guy’s ass, No apology, no committment to
service, treating me like my complaints are unreasonable and then just dismissing the fact that my clothing
was *TAKEN* from my room?? Who do I kill? Who *DO* I kill?!
4. I have no sense of direction.
Inconsistant. Oddly enough I had no problems driving 2.5 hours by myself from austin to dallas to eat
dinner with an old chum at a steak joint with peanut shells on the floor & a huge steer head on the wall, but
getting from & to the airport (a mere 8 miles away) hopelessly lost. Go Figure.
5. I am bi-curious
Ok, like yeah, Bertie & I were play flirting the whole week. Goofing around & making silly noises while
buried under the sheets, kissing each other on the cheek & playing like we’re licking each other’s ears.
Walking arm in arm or hand in hand. Confession time. I like Bertie a lot. I think she’s a beautiful woman
who’s smart, has a laser sharp wit, is really sweet, & has a tender heart for those she cares about. It’s odd
but both Ritchie & Bertie were telling me that they have xfactors who were disconcerted about them
sharing a hotel room with little ol me. WTF yo. Now I got psycho xfactor assassin squads after my little
innocent ass. *blink blink blink — who me?*
Puah …. Seriously though, were I to go bi, it’d be for a girl like Bertie. She’s the bomb and I think she
deserves only the best. I do believe and hope fervently that she finds a great non psycho lesbian
relationship for her that suits all her needs both emotionally, psychologically (non draining & apoplectic
please) and physically (she bit my shoulder, yo… kinky *rowr*). Perhaps I’m bi-curious… but not bi-curious
enough. Sorry luv. Talking to Ernie laters I was saying.. “Ya know what? I’m a flirt ho. I just want the
whole damn world to want me.” Sadly true. *grin* and yeah, maybe I’m a chicken shit.. or maybe I just
want to keep my nose out of trouble, but no kisses goodby on the lips for anyone. This celibacy stuff
sometimes sux, yo.
So um… ignore all those pictures & any video footage of Bertie & I flirting with each other, tumbling under
bed sheets in the hotel room giggling, or of us hmmm play kissing or licking each other. Um. yeah.
6. I blog
Hmmmmm soo what defines microcontent? What defines metacontent? What defines blogging?
Hmmm yeah, bullocks. So, like, I write. I write stuff for me. It’s a web-log of my life & events & thoughts etc.
I don’t use blogger. More than a traditional diary or journal I frequently engage an audience. Not in the sense of askign for their response or feedback or advice & such regularly, but acknowledging that they are there and admitting to myself that I need to digest my life, thoughts & experieinces into entertaining chunkettes for them, the voyeurs, sometimes friends, exlovers, family, & future kiss recipients, & random freaks out there who pant while feverishly typing with one hand. But then again, whatever I write, is not really in the end written purposely for that audience so much as it is an oppornity for me to recognize the humor & joy in my life and to make a point of voicing that on a near daily basis for me. It’s almost a little prayer now isn’t it? A memory & expression that captures what I choose to distill & put out there. Perhaps I gotta update this.
More updates forthcoming.
Much love,
Min Jung
PS:
Thank you God, for keeping me and all of us down in SXSW safe… I hope that everyone I met gets home safely. (Specially you Andre, you freak…don’t forget to pat the magic pony and stop rubbing your nipple and calling it “the patch”). Thank you God for keeping me away from Tequila cuz we all know what kind of shtuff goes down when Korean girl plus Tequila mix. Thank you God for great friends who I could meet for the first time, & reunite with after many long years. Ben, you first crush you, twas good to see you again, and erm, yeah, you still look like you’re 14. Thank you God for protecting Kevin since the rat bastard so obviously sold his soul to the devil. What the heck, he isn’t even *Funny* and he speaks on a humor panel, wins an award, getis in a SF Chronicle article about underground zines (Yello? Not a zine either yo) got into all the schools he wanted & got a job offer from Yahoo.Oh that’s so wrong. Soooo soooo wrong. No more animal sacrifices without barbque sauce, ok? Thank you VJ for being such an awesome tourguide and letting me know that no matter how weird it must be to be a sexually repressed Korean Catholic, it can’t be as bad as being a totally cute raver boy gay Catholic. Kidding! Just Kidding! Joking! FOBique! I eat lots of beef… remember?! Yay! erm.. yeah.
Thank you God for my own soft and peaceful bed that I don’t have to share with neither horny meepy lesbian or Chinese gay man who fails to shave his face properly, and no more snoring filipino boy who packs hamsters (it’s an inside joke, really) or snoring shaggy shouldered effeminant heterosexual men.
Puah. Who am I kidding? I MISS YOU GUYS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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