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December 2003 Archive

Breaking Up

Dear 2003,

I’m sorry, but that’s it. It’s over between you and me.

I can’t take it anymore. You’ve been just too hard to deal with. While there were highlights and good points in our time together, I cannot say that I’m sad to see us part ways at this juncture. It’s for the best. Really.

I mean we really started on a bad foot. Fighting and crying on New Year’s Day! Remember that? We both should have known better from the get go.

I mean, afterall, you’ve tried to kill me. Or at least it’s certainly felt like it.
Let’s talk about the car wrecks after all. What car wrecks? *Me* be dramatic? No. Let’s talk about my birthday, Los Angeles, and Christmas eve.

But that wasn’t enough. Of course today, you *just had* to have that last jab in and have a volvo roll back and hit me on my way home today, too. I mean, jayzus, enough is enough.

Then there was family shit.
Heartache and injuries. Scars.

There’s been work stress beyond measure. And long hours of trying to sort out somethings in this awful little head.

Oh, it hasn’t been all bad. There have been good points, after all.

You’ve helped by bringing some trully amazing, beautiful, wonderful, and kind friends into my life not to mention the countless adventures that I’ve had, mischief, and etc.

Hey, I even got laid this year, and got to kiss lots of other new boys (and girls) because of you.

But still, enough is enough, and I think that it really best to part ways now.

I wish you well. I will try my best to think only of you fondly. I’ve got a new lover. 2004. We’re kicking things off sweetly tonight in PJ’s and champaign. Don’t be hurt by that. It’s better this way. I have to move on. And we both know that we can’t turn back the clock.

Thanks for the memories. I’ve learned alot, honestly, from this relationship. And I’d like to believe that it’s even made me a better person for the future. Maybe we can even be friends and reminisce together over cocktails and coffee some time. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. We’ll both be ok. I promise.

Peace out and I’ll be safe, if you’ll let me.
Min Jung

Posted by Min Jung in Just Me

Um, kay.

Someone really hates me.

Sufficently enough to bot hit my comments with hate.
242 Times. Attaching the same ridiculously hurtful and puerile message to me as a comment in every post for the last few months…as if its frequency can create a greater volume of hurt to me.

Great.
Great way to end the year.

IP Address: 64.161.246.100
Name: lysol
Email Address: lysol@lysol.com
URL: http://www.blahblah.tk

Comments:

I do not like your site. You don’t deserve real attention.

You make me want to cry a million tears.

Oh, sorry.

<3

gnaa-lysol

Has anyone else encountered this?
Jay! Help!

PS

Gawd bless the Despam feature on the MT blacklist.

This made removal of these 242 spam comments far less arduous.

Posted by Min Jung in Today's Thunk

Starting off the New Year Naked.

I am lousy at new years resolutions.

Instead, I try to focus on a general state of mind for the new year and hope that the spirit of its intention carries me through.

I want to start off the new near naked. (Metaphorically of course as the house party I’m intending on going to, may have some guests that object to the literal interpretation of that phrase).

I want to be unburdened of the regret and negativity that has clouded my thoughts at points over the last year.

I want to be naked of the self doubts and inhibitions that have tainted my actions and words.

I want to be free from the anxiety and guilt that has burdened my psyche.

I want to let loose the the bad memories and baggage that I’ve grown accustomed to…even comforted by, in their familiarity.

I want to only carry with me the great, wonderous and beautiful things of this past year.

Those people, those moments, those conversations that have renewed my spirit and reminded me that I am capable of love and being loved more than I could have otherwise fathomed…these I consider precious cargo.

I want to carry with me the joy and the vigor that came from the passionate confessions of honesty and earnest intentions.

I want to ink into my skin, to carry with me year over year, those moments where I’ve learned more about myself than I cared to admit, and found myself renewed, wiser, and more compassionate with that knowing.

Those opportunities and situations where I’ve found my self blessed by insight, care, kindness, and generosity – these are the things I hope my new year will spill forth.

For you folks who have been an extraordinary part of my life this past year, I love you. Without question and hesitation. And I carry the hope of continued friendship and joy, kindness and the abandon that comes with impervious trust with me into the new year.

All things can be new again.
I go forth, as best as I can, into the new year naked.

And you? I wish you the same.

Posted by Min Jung in Today's Thunk

Sick

I’m not sure what’s sicker:

a) Blueberry flavored candy canes
b) The fact that valentine’s day candies are already out on the shelves.

Regardless…

Sick.

Posted by Min Jung in APA

If you can, do.

If you can wear cargo pants and a hoodie, and spray yourself with Chanel perfume. For goodness sakes, do so.

And don’t forget the lipstick.

Posted by Min Jung in Today's Thunk

A response to spam.

I like spam. In ghetto-ass kimchi jjigheh.
I like it fried with rice & peas & carrots.
I even like it fried crispy with kimchi.

I do not like it on my computer.

To Mr. Mumbutto Salamakar – I cannot help you. You are misguided. I have empathy for your plight and the recent loss of your father. But TOUGH SHIT MOTHER FUCKER.

I do NOT need a bigger dick.

I do NOT need to get viagra to stay up all night. Batteries and a pocket rocket work just fine for me, thanks.

I do NOT need the ultimate colon cleansing system.

If it were really possible to make thousands of dollars within weeks, I recommend that *you* spammers get in touch with Mr. Mumbutto Salamakar.

I do NOT need a cable filter. Hahha. With my day job, I get all the channels I want for FREE.

I like Ebay but have no intention of trying to make a living off of that site by selling used panties or belly button lint.

I do not need 3 silk ties for $3. Though I’m very good at tying ties and used to do that for my brother while growing up.

If I wanted to totally twink out, I’d *Maybe* be interested in the diet pills from canada or mexico. As I’m down to the weight I want to be at, again TOUGH SHIT MOTHER FUCKER.

Despite my father’s wishes, I really am *NOT* interested in finding Christian Singles online.

Nor am I interested in sweaty slutty russian teenagers.

No interest in HGH, Botox, or Bigger boobs. Ok, maybe the bigger boobs, but I’m jest relying on prayer when it comes to that.

I don’t even open emails that say “Children Come First” as I’m scared it’s pedopheliac porn ads.

My car already has a fine warranty program.

And should I want a degree, trust me, it won’t be from an “accredited” location that I’m spammed from.

*sigh*

Blessings to “With an H Biyatch” for installing the spam blacklist from my mt comments today. Hurray.

Posted by Min Jung in FoodyFoody, GeekGirlCollisions, Techie Miscellani

Oy. I feel like Gilligan or something.

It should have been, at most, a 5 hour roadtrip round trip.
So said the yahoo maps. So said past experience.

Boy am I a sucker.

In the quest for Xmas snow in California for my Xmas dinner party this evening, I drove out to Truckee to pick some up.

What I was not anticipating was the following:

a) heavy holiday traffic
b) torrential rainstorms getting *to* sacramento-ish
c) nil visability once heading north from sacromento-ish
d) log jams in terms of the chain stations to put on your wheels
e) a full 1.5 hour stop in the midst of heading up the summit
f) spinning out and hitting a snow drift (no damage, and I’m fine, thanks)
g) having a chain break (mudda fucka)
h) waiting 1.5 hours for the aaa guy to come tow me
i) him crawling under his towtruck to repair the hydraulics to lift my car. With duct tape.
j) another hour waiting to see if my insurance policy would cover the towing
k) nil visibility on the return trip.
l) going about 2.5 mph for … ever.
m) having one of the new chains break on my trip down the summit back towards sacramento
n) my exhausted inability to remove the remaining chain effectively in the drizzel for another 30 minutes (I decided to drive off without collecting it. once I’d unlatched the sucker)
o) how really really really really really really far it really is to go pick up snow for xmas. Next year, it’s the snoopy snow cone machine for snow. Werd.

On the upside:
3 angel moments:

1) No damage to my car when I spun out. Safe. For once. This has been a v. bad year for me and driving.
2) Extraordinarily nice caltrans guy who helped get me out of the drift, off the road, and called AAA for me. Plus he helped me load up my car with snow.
3) Getting my towing fee waived completely and the new chains installed by super nice tow truck guy who a) owns his own aquarian biz, b) is saving up for a home and working xmas day towing people c) has his own public access show.

I’m tired. It’s been 12 hours since I left home to pick up snow.
But I’m happy. And satisfied. No snow angel pix this year sadly. I forgot amidst the whole adventure.

Sorry to Mr. Sparkly Loving and Beau in Sacto that I was too tuckered out to drop off snowballs. You know I still love you scrubba scrubba loads.
The mad cooking for having folks over for dinner tonight … oh shit, in 11 hours… starts in about 4 hours. I gotta get some shuteye.

This moment of ridiculous holiday cheer brought to you by the letter T.
There’s an Orwellian reference there.

Also: The time alone in the car, listening to 80s soundtracks, Flaming Lips, Floetry, Rain Mixes from years past, and other good tunes was good for me. Got to sort out some mucky stuff in my head. Working on starting off 2004 nekkid. Oh, I’ll write about that whole quirkicism later this week. Let me sleep first, pumpkin pie.

BTW. An Aside, two people from work, whenever I talk to them, always refer to me as some sort of breakfast pastry. I find this ridiculous. One is a raging queen. The other another saucy aussie. To them, I’m biscuit. I’m pancake. I’m muffin. I’m croissant. I’m banana nut bread. I’m bun bun. I’m cranberry scone with creme fraiche. Seriouslly.

Posted by Min Jung in Mischief & Events

When Words Lose Their Meaning. Or actually get a better one.

It’s Christmas Eve.

This morning, so far, I’ve had two Hindu and one Muslim co-worker say to me “Merry Christmas.” The agnostic expresses “God bless you.” and the lapsed Catholic, with a hug and smile shouts out “Jingle Mah Bells, Mutha Fuckah”.

Perhaps it’s because I work in a non-hypersensitve, non-uberPC, environment, folks aren’t as afraid to have thier candy canes and tanenbaum’s out. Crosses. Stars of David & Stars guiding the way for 3 wise men adorn the napes of folks milling about the office. I would not be surprised if a Ganesh showed up in a cube. Nor a Quan Yin. Both with waxy green & red holly wreaths beneath their feet.

Holiday cards from co-workers include the word’s “God Bless you” and one girl has an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in her cubicle. No one’s offended. No one mentions anything. Everyone seems just glad to be kind to each other.

“Merry Christmas” in this environ, as a statement, has come to signify less in terms of the aknowledgement of the birth of Jesus Christ, and more of a signifyer of good will toward’s one another, cheer, and a wish for love, kindness, and promise.

It’s not such a bad thing to have the heart behind the words transcend the intention of the original etymology. In fact, it’s making this Christian/lapsed Catholic heart a little warmer for being able to recognize that.

Happy Holidays Mutha Fucka’s.

Posted by Min Jung in Today's Thunk

How is it Possible.

How is it possible that in a season of giving and charity, prayer and tradition, family and friendship, affirmation and redemption…

How is it possible that at this time of year, with all these intentions and beliefs, that someone could feel and behave so absolutely horridly?

You’re a real jerk all year round. You could have taken a week off, ya know that.

Posted by Min Jung in Today's Thunk

The Relationship spread provides insight into the interaction between two people or entities. It is the spread of choice for questions about partnerships, be they in romance or business.

The card at the top left represents how you see yourself.
Ghoul: A major change or transformation, possibly traumatic and unexpected. Freedom from the shackles of the past. A new beginning. Death coupled with rebirth, usually related to consciousness and lifestyle.

The card at the top right represents how you see your partner.
Nine of Man (Wilbur Whateley): Contentment and satisfaction in romance, friendship, or other relationships. Achieving your deepest desires and savoring beauty and sensual pleasures. A state of joy and abundance radiating fulfillment and bliss.

The card in the center left represents how you feel about your partner.
King of Sites (Arkham): The essence of earth behaving as air, such as a diamond: A true businessman, with a gift for identifying opportunities and taking advantage of them. A person well informed about the world, skilled in all things physical, and eager to encourage others. A pillar of practicality and dependability, embracing tried and tested methods, and possessing an innate understanding of the material reality. A philanthropist and devotee of both luxury and hard work, whose word is as good as gold.

The card in the center right represents what stands between you and your partner.
Nyarlathotep: Mastery over word, mind, and matter. The ability to turn ideas into actions, handle problems, and control one’s life. The initiation of new projects, great works, or a new way of life. Eloquent and moving communication. Arcane and eldritch technologies.

The card in the lower left represents how your partner sees you.
Queen of Artifacts (Stone of Nepemiah Derby), when reversed: The dark essence of air behaving as water, such as a cold rain: A person gifted with both keen logic and natural intuition, giving them uncanny powers of perception and insight. One who easily sees the weakness in any argument, and savages friend and foe alike with biting sarcasm. Dry and vicious wit covering a hollow sense of isolation and dissatisfaction with life.

The card in the lower right represents what your partner feels about you.
Five of Man (Erich Zann): Suffering a loss and wishing for what might have been. Being crippled by sadness, grief, and vain regret. Indecision brought on by the feeling that you made the wrong choice. Ignoring what you still have. May suggest a broken relationship or tragedy. May also suggest a gift, inheritance, opportunity, partnership, or marriage, but one that falls below expectations.

The card in the center represents the present status or challenge of the relationship.
Page of Sites (Sentinel Hill): The essence of earth, such as a mountain: The surprising appearance of new prosperity and opportunities for advance in the physical world. One who delights in the pleasures of the body, material things, and nature. The embrace of hard work, realistic goals, and scholarly perseverance as a means to create solid achievement. Dependability, trust, and a studious nature. May portend a new job or promotion.

Posted by Min Jung in General, Just Me

Sanity!

Something to tell my parents!

The study also found that women take longer to recover after a break-up than men.

In fact, they may be best to avoid men altogether.
The researchers found that women can survive quite well without a relationship.

Those who had never been in a relationship were much less likely to report having a mental health problem than those who had moved in with a man or got married.

Posted by Min Jung in Snapshots of Life

Gawd Bless America

When Rappers meet Korean Flicks

All I can say is … damn. Gawd Damn. Gawd Bless America.

Posted by Min Jung in General

When peeps get horny…neh…desperate

It’s that time of year again.

If I may list off the top 3 times of the year when people get hyper-on-ze-prowl it would be as follows:

#1: Shopping for a New Year’s Kiss/Booty
#2: Shopping for a Valentine’s Date/Booty
#3: Weddings…when you’re not the bride/groom

Why?
It’s the season.

For #1: Folks hate the notion of going home for the holidays, being asked if they’re single/seeing anyone and what must be the horrific traumatizing reason why’re they’re not seeing anyone right now. It’s a high grade of guilt/neurosis and judgement. That’s the “holidays trip home” bleah to address.

Inching towards new years and the ultra aggressive dating maneuvers: Have you seen 200 Cigarettes? Where the gal characters are driven by the need to get laid on new years otherwise the new year will be slated as one without chance of romance/sex? Cursed. Or something. Yeah. It’s that.

For #2: Same reason. Loser again for vday. No one loves you. You suck. And dark chocolates that are black and slightly bitter, like your soul, make your thighs thick and even more unlovable. Just grand.

For #3: Because other folks have found the love of their lives and you haven’t. Yet. Again. And the “singles” people table gets thinner and thinner with more bleak prospects as you continue to sit at these tables over the years. You’re even less likely to be asked to be in the bridal party because a) all your closest friends have already gotten married, b) you won’t look that hot in the bridesmaid dress anymore (even when it *isn’t* a pink merengue and c) you’re 8 years older than the cousin of the bride who is *this year’s hot bridesmaid*. And it’s just kind of sick that way. This is no reason to make out with your step-cousin-in-law (no blood relations) underneath the buffet table. (That is, unless you *really really really really want to*…and of course, when you can blame alcohol.)

All these circumstances are real. I am not making this up. Gal pals become more competitive and catty with each other and jocky for position with guys. Guys become more assertive and actually…call back. A novelty under other conventional times of year.

Me. I’m ducking out of the whole heightened-urgency-desperation-pheremone-hormone thing.

Why?

I’m already cute enough and I know it (clap your hands) and don’t need to launch myself into a situation that I don’t really want just because of the scene and the contrived sense of needing somoene to kiss during the holidays or in a relationship just because it seems like the thing to do and everyone else is gaming for it. If I have successfully ducked relationship-involved guilt from my parents for the last 10 years,then just cuz it’s nigh to xmas and the new year’s, I’m not going to get myself into anything that I don’t 100% want to be in…and for only the right reasons.

So ok?

That and I’m cheap and don’t care to buy gifts for someone just because they’re fun to kiss.

So there.

Consider me Ms-holiday-horniness-poopy-pants on the matter.

Posted by Min Jung in Today's Thunk

Feature Request

Could you kind smart people yon at Yahoo make this happen for me?

When I cruise through yp.yahoo.com and find something I like, I’d like to be able to click a button and have that business/restaurant/museum/etc. be added into my personal contacts management system. Not to Yahoo’s address book, but outlook or palm or whatever. Is that too hard? I am rather unfond of a web based addressing system though I’ve grown quite pleased with Plaxo‘s features of late. And aren’t you two companies giving each other blowjobs or something already?

That’d be right nice. Especially if it could let me know when my fave places change addresses/phone numbers and such. Especially handy for when I’m traveling and I’ve found a place I like but won’t know if it’s still around when I return to travel to that particular location.

Thank you.

Posted by Min Jung in Techie Miscellani

Hot Sex.

Oy, so that gawt your attention did it?
Phenomenal show this evening.

The Heavenly States
Like the Corrs have a nasty little sister that you want to fuck against a subway wall. Ridiculous Goodness.

Dealership
Jane sporting her ever sexy “Made in Vagina” shirt with her slinky red bra straps sliding down her shoulders to taunt you.

The Lovemakers
Hot Sex. Just loads of hot sex. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Baptised in good sex (but not in a sticky kind of way…unless you like that kind of thing) sex.

Gawd Damn.
Damn good show. Damn.
Damn.

Oh Gawd.

Damn.

Posted by Min Jung in Mischief & Events

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