Nope.
02/25/02
I’m not dead. Yet.
If you’ve visited this site with any regularity, then you may have noticed that I have failed to be either loquacious or timely in writing this week. There have been a number of attributable factors.
#1. Being sick
Sickly ickly nauseously bone achingly sick. The kind of sick that makes your head hurt when you blink.
The kind of sick that makes you wonder what the hell was that thing that you just coughed up and is it giving birth.
The kind of sick where the blankets are too heavy to move. Nigh, even the sheets are a bit weighty.
Yes folks, *that* kind of sick.
#2. The Frustration
I’ve started on redesigning my site. It’s been challenging to say the least.
7 days ago was the first time that I had ever touched photoshop.
6 days ago was the first time I ever tried to ftp files to my new website host
5 days ago was the first time I played around with dreamweaver.
4 days ago was the first time I even bothered to look at a php file regarding commenting system integration
And basically the last 3 days have been spent crying like a little girl because I couldn’t get various things to work.
Sneak peak of everything busted and blah www.minjungkim.com
Not ready for public consumption for a good week or so.
#3. Rollover hangovers
Ok, so thursday I started feeling reasonably healthy again.
Thursday night was the birthday party for our most bootilicious Sunshine… a gal from my bible study who has instigated booty call monitoring of my activities, and discussions of vibrators on girls nights. All of us from the crew came down to chill with her and to watch some of skaters woop some ass. And to celebrate, we had wine. And some more wine. While waiting to watch Michelle Kwan go out on the ice, yet another glass of wine. Hey, 4 more skaters? Hell, this is good wine, I’ll have another.
“I can’t believe she fell….pour me another, I’m upset”
No other comment regarding the debacle other than the fact that it’s been a *very* tough week for Asians on ice.
Friday: the fundraiser party for Locus Art Space.
Half of my friends who said they’d come, flaked.
The other half who were there got me drinks as I sold some ii stix shirts.
Hilarity ensues.
1 person spilled his drink on the shirts.
Ernie got harrassed by the bartenderhottiechickie for not leaving a tip.
She followed him back to our booth with the tip bucket.
Afterwards, she harangued him for not being able to handle his liquor and then put two drinks in my hand,
and a round for everyone else at the table.
Latter, the bartenderhottiechickie stripped at our table and put on a ii stix shirt.
Potpie & HottyJ checked out her panties when her mini skirt rode up. White with floral print - bikini briefs.
HottyJ who had come with a blind date to the fundraiser, tried to pimp his date off to Potpie as he went out for a smoke & mingle. Not a good sign. Especially when hottyJ accidentally graces my knee with his hand too.
HawtDawg asks for my email after I remind him that we’ve met before on 4 occasions.
He hits the dance floor.
I laugh in his face and walk away from his dancefloor antics. (Sorry, yo, I’m not that subtle).
After he panty incident with bartenderhottiechickie, HawtDawg dully started putting drinks down the feisty bartenderhottiechickie’s throat and his hand on her knee.
I do not make these things up, I swear.
Saturday:
Party 1: Claire’s bday party and the HIF Fundraiser
I drink 2 glasses of frangelico and some orange juice/vodka/frangelico/cranberry concoction. Mostly to stave off the nerves as Titania & Claire have coerced me into reading something at their open mic.
So of course I decide to read my most anti-open-mic/poetry slam poem.
Really, my better writing is best left on paper.
Party 2: The Blog Fest
Nope, I didn’t take any photos. I won’t divulge any details regarding rampent drunkenness, or quick mini kisses.
Or why so many folks were talking about either broken beds, or beds with the legs cut off. Nope. None of that.
You won’t here a damn thing from me. Too many bloggers there to mention & link.
Though was very pleased to meet a few notable peeps.
Paryt 3:
Couldn’t go. Too drunk from party 2.
Party 4:
Yup. Same thing.
Sunday:
Brunch with some of the gang, slightly hung over.
Later that evening, a dinner party.
More wine. I declined on the beer.
Oy.
What a weekend.
In other news:
Am trying not to freak out about the “Shaking that Ass” company that I interviewed with before.
2 interviews. I got a call back after that incident, a reference check. And a drug test which I took on tuesday.
Now, mind you, this drug test was less than 72 hours after the amazing visit & blog meet which was attended by the effluvious Ariel Meadow where she had proferred to me a magical white chocolate chip macademia nut confection which I split with Ernie. I was just a bit peckish, really. Since then I’ve been a fricking paranoid wreck over
one.
damn.
cookie.
Min Jung
(ps, there are other things to feel ridiculously dawson creek’s teen angst pseudo drama about which i certainly won’t get into right now.)
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