Floats
11/02/01
Hope Floats
True, it does.
Above all the crud of daily mundanity, hope floats above it all. And I guess the Sandra Bullock movie was ok too. (I’m actually more partial to her in Miss Congeniality
“you think i’m gorgeous, you want to love me, you want to kiss me, you want to hold me…woot!”)
It’s a new month, ripe with promise and budding with hope. How ironic considering the leaves are changing, drifting lazily down from the canvassed sky,
like love letters from God on this chilly day.
Halloween was uneventful. Not a single trick or treater but that’s not surprising considering. how far up in the hills I live. The kids, if they are smart are going to hit the hoods with more density and fewer uphill trails.If it’s any consolation, I did spill my drink on myself during a jumpy moment of watching crappy spook movies.
I’m a chickenshit when it comes to heeby jeeby flicks. Hyper jumpy.To be honest, i don’t think I’ve sat through even an entire episode of Xfiles because I’d get all tense & tripped out.Credit to the writers, surely, but I’m a weenie and make discrete trips to the bathroom or to get popcorn or what not when the spooky music comes on.
That’s the cool thing about horror flicks, you know when it’s going to be icky because the music gets all doomy and the protagonist starts gasping desperately for breath.
So it’s friday, and it’s about time I went out of the house and did some stuff. Had a couple of interviews, both looked promising and I’m grateful for the opportunity to feel validated & worthy of working again. It’s been so long that I feel a bit out of practice. One job involves managing the santa & helpers at one of the malls. I wouldn’t be wearing the tights but essentially doing an event marketing management type of role and overseeing the santas, the helpers, and crew. That’s right, Santa Claus would be my bitch.
The other job is a little bit, more.. um… interesting. It’s a part time job doing customer service for a vibrator mail order shop. No I’m not kidding. *giggle shnort*. Both interviews went well but for the short term I’ll take the santa gig if I can get it and maybe do the forray into the orgasm business after the holidays. Stop laughing. Really.
Last night, I had dinner with a fellow who didn’t know I was 3 years his senior. No big deal, and flattering, but a nice little boost to my ego considering that I discovered my first white hairs last week while down in LA. Poor bleaky had to put up with my sulking over 3 white hairs. *gasp* The bloom of my youth is over but l still got my sexy swing thang going on. My mom started graying heavily by the time she hit 30. At 27… I’m about due. That reminds, me, I must make a trip to the salon to get my lovely going on.
Tonight I go watch Monsters.inc for the midnight show with pot pie, the roommate. Tomorrow I’m thrilled to go watch my boyfriend (in my dreams) Jet Li up on the IMAX screen in “THE ONE”. Yesterday I found out that my other roommate’s friend’s mom plays m.j. with Jet Li down in LA.
Jet. Playing. MJ.
Jet. Playing. MJ.
Jet. Playing. MJ.
(Pardon me a moment as I collect myself)
Damn, I gotta learn how to play Mah Jong.
And besides, Jet’s not my only boyfriend these days. I got that punk silly kpop dude Psy, and Kim Gun Mo, and Tony Leung, Aaron Kwok, and Alex Greenwald, and Jon Stewart… oh I’ll stop now…don’t want to bore you.
Min Jung
PS
One odd note upon visiting the official Jet Li website (first time visit, really, no really), in this photo gallery, did Jet move at all? He’s got the *exact* same pose in all the pix I clicked on.
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