Thunking
01/28/02
There’s a lot of crap going on in my head these days.
And luckily some good friends who are willing to tolerate me having it all spill out all over the place. Especially these days. There are some conclusions that I came up with recently and some things that I have discovered about myself; some good, some not so good, but at least it’s all honest…even when it’s confused and garbled and looks like pint of rocky road that’s been left out on the hood of a 92 buick during July.
#1. When given the choice on a friday night of going to bible study or being a friend/pet korean girl to a bunch of gay men (cuz, like I always say, every gay man needs a pet korean gal) then I will likely choose the latter. Sure the first of the choices is better for my soul, but the second involves me looking studly for about 15 seconds when I’m on the dance floor surrounded by 5-15 gorgeous men.
Observations of the evening:
Women who look like middle aged marmalade librarians with saggy breasts down to their belly buttons should
definitely not wear leapard print halter tops. Honey, please.
Gorgeous, tall, funny, sweet, and stylish men who own the car that I have covetted for the last 2 years
(yes the Audi TT in “take-me-in-the-back-seat-you-rock-star” silver) who will generously and graciously
offer to take you for a drive with the top down on a sunny afternoon, will of course, be gay. (DAMN IT)
Watching Ernie dance with Mr. Hips is much more appetizing than watching a glittery beach ball bounce between
various people’s knees. (Inside Joke)
That 15 seconds of studly glory, yeah… that lasts for all of 15 seconds. Really. Cuz soon the crowd of strangers
surrounding us take just about that amount of time to realize that I’m not in the middle of the grinding body
train, but being scooted to the outter perimiter of it. (The joys of beard-dom)
Texas Reuben - Just way too much sandwhich for after midnight. No matter how *hungry* you think you are.
#2. There’s nothing quite so charming as having my bible study check up on me by leaving me a message on my cel phone asking about my whereabouts. “Hey Min Jung, we’re calling from bible study… where are you?! Are you with someone ???!!! Do you have a …hey, what’s that called…um… do you have a booty call?!!”
Oh joy. My bible study group knows me ever so well.
#3. The most productive and satisfying thing I’ve done in the last two weeks involved a massive cooking venture for a
very close group of friends. (including several without web pages). Lucky for me I bought enough chicken boobs to handle feeding the group. Potpie made his fantastic and decadent Hungarian Paprivka dish. I made the following:
* Bruschetta with Tomato/Basil & Garlic
* Mixed Green Salad with glazed walnuts, apples, & roquefort cheese in a rice wine vinagrette
* Lime steamed chicken with balsamic vinegar asparagus
* Orange Infused Chicken with red potato, pearl onion, carrots, etc…
* Sweet potatoes baked in honey, lemon and cinnamon
* Chili Orange Oil steamed broccoli
* Chocolate fondue with strawberries, banana, apple, oranges, marshmallows & graham crackers, krispie treats
#4. I just love being able to say I tossed Philo’s salad. It’s fun. Of course I’m not the only one who can say that, I’m sure, but I’m probably the only pet Korean girl this week who’s been able to say that. *Giggle Snort*
#5. I am looking forward to a Valentine’s day card from Cyn. The only other woman I’d not mind a simple lip lock with.
Bummer that Cyn is married. And oh yeah, that I’m straight.
#6. It is really imprudent of me to go to SXSW this year. Bummala. But I’m rooting for some friends.
#7. The gay turf war for the Bloggies is the only thing that has made following the competition really entertaining this year. Weeee. Never mind that I’m going to hell in a handbasket for enjoying the delicious cattiness of it all.
#8. I am at low superminjungtronic powers. Things, stupid things and stupid people and stupid behavior, are affecting me far more than I like them to. So I’m not quite sure if I’m more pissed at myself for being weak and affected by it, or what. Right? Yeah. Whatever.
#9. I really hate admitting that I can be really weak, and human, and sensitive sometimes. The other day I was chatting with my friend Atom about my tendency to hate, totally despise, the people who witness me crying. I mean, I think it’s funny and I don’t mind when peeps see me tearing up a wee bit after seeing a cheesy movie, but out and out the-crusty-shell-is-gone-and-I’m-just-a-stupid-little-girl type of crying, that bawling from the raw belly type of thing. Ewww. I hate that.. I hate to admit that I’m vulnerable, sensitive,and raw, to myself, much less to have other people see that. It makes me feel like my weakness will be judged. Or that their affection or esteem for me will drop suddenly by their seeing my naked humanity and desperate fragility. I suppose it is my own fault in many ways for projecting myself the way I do. As the laugh-o-matic party giggle girl. Who would expect that she really has feelings that can get so terribly tender sometimes? Who’d guess that she bruises so easily. Yeah. That’s why I hate the people who have seen me cry. Even worse, those that make me cry.
#10. I am completely fallibly human. And inspite of how often and how well I trash talk otherwise, there really s no other way to say it. I’m totally faillibly human and man, does it suck.
#11. I am trully and very honestly terrified of certain things immediately portending in my future and though I won’t talk about it here on my site, I will kindly ask for your kind thoughts & prayers. Thanks.
Peace Out,
Min Jung
PS, Did I mention that I tossed Ernie’s salad too? Just thought I’d slip that in there.
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