Status
Feeling: Happy 80% Cloudy 05% Cranky 15%
Pray It Forward: That I have the strength to persevere.
Thinking: My eyes hurt. I should go to bed before midnight for once.
Listening To: Better Than Ezra - At the Stars
Ack.
Don’t you hate it when you realize how stupid you look to others when you’ve been clueless about it yourself for some odd months? Kind of like having a decent date and then going home, sighing fitfully, smiling to yourself in the mirror only to discover a piece of broccoli the size of Mt. Hamilton between your teeth.
Yeah.
Smooth.
Do this once, just for an excercise in embracing your utterly beautiful dorkitude.
Collect all the email correspondance that you’ve had with the cute (boy/girl/farm animal/bot) and put them all in one folder.
This correspondance may span days, weeks, or months, but they give you a good guage of how you present yourself.
Now read all of them over. In sequence.
Follow this up by reading all the email you’ve sent regarding said cute (boy/girl/farm animal/bot) to your best friends, strangers, ex co-workers, soliciters, and agents.
Try not to hit the keyboard too hard with your head. I still have the “T”, “J” and “G” imprinted on my forehead.
Wayyyy to gooooo.
Wayyyy to gooooo.
Wayyyy to gooooo Min Jung!
Things with this site are finally coming along.
Not everything is as polished as I like, but hey.. the welcome rug is out, so come on in. Help yourself to a beer.
Stuff that I still need to do:
* Fix Commenting Script
* Linksy Love Randomizer
* Doublecheck Archives file
* About Me/MJCam/Specials/Writing/pix - Interior Pages
* MJ Cam - cam folks, cam links collection
* V2Archives
* etc.
How long will it take me? God only knows.
A cute pix of me and the amazingly drunk Ernie from the party that I’ve gotten from Eric.
Is it just me or does Ernie look like he could eat a small child with those spaced out and completely bloodshot eyes?
Look! Ernie’s face & eyes match my shirt! (Note to self, buy those new VS transparent brastrap thingies…bejebus)
In Other News
My dad just got a copy of KoreAm Journal with my latest peice in it re: why I’m still single.
Now, what followed was quite interesting.
#1: He gives mea guilt trip for making him look bad.
“But Dad, it’s supposed to be funny…I’m joking, people like it!”
“You still not married and you blame daddy! Shame on you!”
“No Dad, I’m not really blaming you…if anything, hey…dad…it’s just an article…”
“Aigooo, stupid daughter.”
#2: The pass off.
Dad passes off the phone to my step mom Monica to give me the “soft sell” on some guy they want me to meet.
Cuz, after all, the Korean church pimping divas (aka everyone’s mom in Detroit) have decided that I’m overdue to get wed.
She then proceeds to tell me about a nice gentleman, a doctor no less, with a lovely house, a little bit older, etc.. in OHIO who is just looking for a nice girl to settle down with.
She then rattles off at speed talks at Mach 10 the disclaimer (besides the fact that he’s in Ohio).
He’s short. Very short. Shorter than my dad. And I’m 2 inches taller than pops.. Mind you, I’m only 5′6.
I suddenly have visions of a Doc Shorty who looks like a Korean Drew Carey with a stethescope that reaches up to my belly button.
#3. The hard sell.
Dad then proceeds to tell me about the father of Dr. Shorty who knew me from old days at church.
Then about how I should come back home to Michigan so that Dr. Shorty can come up and visit me there and perhaps meet, or write letters, or exchange pictures.
My response to it all?
Grief.
Go…
Go photocopy my article. Create a massive distribution of it nation wide through all the Korean Catholic church pimps & ahjuhmahs.
Let everyone in the land know my name and that I am single. And of marriageable age. And talented. (And reasonable cute if I dare say so meself).
And then
Go. Away.
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