Survived.
07/15/01
In Recovery
The party was a roaring success. Potential love connections in the works. (Not for me, but for other house guests… ya all know I never really have any game and I’m about as smooth as chapped rhino butt in January).
Approximately 140 guests in all.
2.5 Tubs (Huge turkey stock pots) of Lemon Soju
Innumerable empty beer bottles & cans
14 empty wine bottles
2 Pots of Kimchi Jjigeh consumed
1 Huge ass watermelon soaked with Coconut rum
Plus pix of Ernie grimacing after taking a few shots
I love how Ernie has a penchant for rubbing his hot sweaty face all over my cool arms & hands when he’s drunk. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s all sweaty & goofy & stuff, I might be mildly turned on but then again… it’s still Ernie.
I had a wopping hangover this morning but I’m feeling *much* better now.
For once, I’ll obey my brother’s wishes gladly.
Old Man (over 10 years older than me) who I had all of a 20 second conversation with at the party regarding crushing recyclables called me and asked me out after the party. Kid you not, When he called to ask me out I had to wrack my brain trying to remember who the bejebus he was. What the frick. He caught me off guard so I accidentally said yes but with much mental reservation. When we had a first real conversation this evening, it was revealed that he graduated college in 1985. Um. Doing the math. Oh ewww! He’s like inching on 40?! Icks. Oh wait. I’m almost 30 ain’t I? No damn it. I’m only 27! Can we say *eep*. A few years back when I was seeing an older man (11 years older than me, divorced, and with an 11 year old son) Mike, my bro, pleaded with me promise to not date anyone older than him. Finally something I can comply to.
Min Jung Mojo Nixed by presence of XFactor at the party.
Stupid stupid stupid. I was joking with housemate Jon before about my goal for the party was to smooch some nice boy at the party. Then XFactor shows up and effectively nullifies my mojo like fricking kryptonite. Plus I found myself in this odd place of feeling slightly uncomfortable and excessively self conscious at my own party. I felt if I hit on anyone while he was there, it’d feel contrived, if I talked to Xfactor himself too much it’d be either forced & unnatural, awkward, or I’d be overly self analytical in the meta-evaluation of the moment to make sense of what he was saying, I’d be either fighting with myself to be either really non-goopy or from saying something really really really mean hearted to him. Regardless, I wound up smoking a lot of cigarettes. Thunk, that’s my ass falling off the wagon. After an uncountable number of glasses of lemon soju in my huge latte mug, I had to do something to sober up and maintain control.
Of course as he waved goodbye to me from the other side of the glass door I couldn’t help thinking out loud “My goodness, just look at him…I am sooo much higher on the attractiveness meter than he is. Look at that big flat ass. And that receding hairline. Bejebus Can you believe that at one point I was practically begging him to *love me*?
Ze Photographer (responsible for some black & white pix of yours truly) at my side chuckled and said “No shit, really? He doesn’t seem like your type at all.”
“Um, yeah… but something about him used to totally curl my toes.”
Ze Photographer: “So is he dating one of those gals he came with?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know…”
Previously in the evening while in conversation with the Xfactor, he had complimented me on the mix of people there.
There was a corner of lawyers, in the kitchen were neurosurgeons and bankers, by the fire making smores were the game developers and some elementary school teachers & friends not to mention other lovelies from my church world, work world, college world, intercollegiate organization world, and literati. (including Mah Personal Biyatch Richard Kim who appears in an upcoming MC Hammer Video which we previewed at the party to royal applause. I think the song is titled “Why you gotta have mine.”). I let slip that some friends at the party were met online.
XFactor gasped and exclaimed “Oh my gosh! Like people from Match.com? Chatting online?”
My answer
“Um, no. (Looking into his eyes directly and slightly disdainfully)
“*I* don’t do that. There are people from II stix and the like”
Luckily I discovered that he doesn’t know about this website. Yet. Let’s hope it stays that way. Do I want him to know about this journal. Obviously not. Not to mention that it was a little snotty jibe that I stuck in there since I know that the gal he dated after me was in fact someone he’d met from Match.com
CowBoy Chronicles - continued
Ernie. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. You embarrass me to no end. Why must you antagonize me so.
Cowboy is *incredibly* cute, charming, funny, and friendly. And though I don’t typically find myself attracted to Caucasian guys, he does trigger a little jello jiggle in the insides of my belly when I see a twinkle from his eyes Of course our lifestyles also appear to be completely in conflict. Like, hello, beyond the white/Asian thing which if there were plenty of other goodness in common could be plenty easily overcome like many other lovely couples that I know, but there appears to be much crazy little in common. Like how I’m an anal nut about entertaining and he throws a barbeque at 5 but has no food or guests until 6:30. Or how he’s totally comfortably talking about the types of drugs he’s taken in the past and I’m pretty much a drug-free virgin aside from the tobacco, the onetime experience with a popular vowel, and alcohol. (Oh yeah, that crazy cilantro too). Or the fact that I occupy my free time thinking about my faith whereas he and his friends obsess about setting up their camp for Burning Man.
Frankly, burning man scares me. I don’t think it’s a good place for a Christian to go to. *Shrug*
So I’ll go ahead & file cowboy into the “never pursuable crush” file.
Mr. Reboundo & Boh Ree Cha Girl
Birthday boy, cutie, sweet, Korean, & Catholic to boot, slightly tipsy upon saying his goodbyes whispers in a hug under his breath something to the effect of “You aren�t felling laik duing sumthin to make me stayee?”
Moi aka Boh Ree Cha Girl: “Huh?”
Reboundo: “Uh…nothing”
Moi: “Nah, what’d you say”
Reboundo: “Oh…just joking around saying you wouldn’t want to do anything to make me accidentally stay over, would you?”
Moi: (As I languorously give him a sexy hug while balancing a wine glass with one hand) “Nah. I think not. I’m not partial to being the rebound girl. I’ve been there, done that, and sometimes if I let myself, I get caught up in it but I never wound up being “the one.” I’m always the rebound chick and I don’t think I’m about that anymore. It’s come to the point where I’d just really not go there. BTW, you’re not taking this breakup thing too smoothly now are ya?”
Reboundo & I Chuckle. Kisses on the cheek & a friendly farewell. I think we both know that our friendship and respect for one another and where we are in our lives is more significant than a fleeting booty call.
Webcam Woes
My trial period with Webcam32 is over. I now try to reinstall webcam32 and it won’t let me saying that the trial period is over and when trying to enter a hacked code, it gives me a VBox error. I’ve tried ChillCam but it doesn’t seem to work for me. Anyone have any other ideas on how to get this fixed?
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In Passing
I’ve met the lovely woman behind the fantastic In Passing weblog.
She’s a hottie. Bertie, if you’re up for seducing another SurvivorBlog ex-girlfriend, I recommend you put her up on your target list.
And darling Bertie, regarding my ear-ringing skills, well, I’d guess that even if I were to go bisensual, I’d still be a little out of practice with my 2-year-no-booty status. You’d have to let me try a few times before clinching it, I think.
Min Jung
Can’t Touch This
Richard is in the beginning of the music video as a badass Asian mafioso guy in the suit.
“You owe Bolo money. You do know who Bolo is, don’t you?”
Have you seen Korean men rap before? It’s apparently a collaborative project between Hammer and a few other up & coming Korean rappers. I forget their names but I’ll grab it for you next time.
Comments from the
Royal & Wise Godson Oliver
“Jee Godmom Min Jung, You sure can pick ‘em.”
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