Someone Kill Me Now
Sunshine, the irripressible ghetto booty bible study pal, emails me today to let me know that she’s now engaged to Alex…our very own local and lovable Dr. Shorty. (Don’t you dare tell him I ever referred to him as that). (Note, not the same Dr. Shorty that my dad was trying to set me up with. That chap is in Ohio. But they are indeed both Korean, Catholic, Doctors, and very nice men)
Other idiotic meanderings of my brain?
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What would happen to you if your life were a really really really really *really* cheesy Korean soap opera but, you know, with classic Min Jung style added into it?
Why, that’d be like trying to flirt with a lit cigarette that accidentally goes down your completely absent cleavage…leaving the person that you are trying to be charming in front of, the split second to decide whether they should do nothing, or pat your chest out vigorously. In this situation, as is typical scenario with yours trully, there is no right answer. Smoooth. Smooth as chapped rhino butt in January.
*sigh*
I have small ouchie from the cig burn on my left bittie. Grief.