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Posts from May 2004

Posted
30 May 2004 @ 11pm

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Just Me

On Happiness.

You ask me now, as followup to my last post, “Are you Happy?”
Must I say?
There are, I believe, some basic parameters that must first be submitted for considertion. Our personal definitions of these benchmarks is ever more complicated as we grow to live in more sophisticated and complicated times.
1: Meeting basic needs
(Does that mean wifi […]


Posted
29 May 2004 @ 6pm

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Just Me

On Pyschology

It is often said that people think themselves into depression. The thinking pattern of a person helps him accept or avoid a stress situation. If one shows disposition towards anxiety, worry, restlessness, anger and tension as stress responses, it can lead him to chronic emotional turbulences. We can worsen an ordinary sorrowful situation by imagining […]


Poetica Spontenaium 05.29.04

(Warning: Goth mode poem ahead. Warning! Warning!)
Dearest Shame and Melancholy
Old friends who visit too long
Whose comfort I find in breast-beating
And whispers lacking song
Your company is tiresome
I’m too polite to ask you to leave
Your confessions ever mournful
When I have too much to bereave
The burden of your company
An obligation or an indulgent pang
As you gently drape […]


Posted
28 May 2004 @ 8pm

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Just Me

Running low.

Since January, I have managed to, with the assistance of my friends — empty $350 worth of good scotch.
Just about time to order more of the “cheap” stuff.
Nahhh…


My Hero. aka There is Hope.

I’m never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don’t do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don’t even do that any more.
- Dorothy Parker


Posted
25 May 2004 @ 11pm

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Just Me

Pathetic fallacy.

The skies being overcast?
So right. So very very right.
Seems I’m not the only one with odd thinks and furrowed brow these days.
Everyone’s got nightmares. I look up at the night sky and wonder if there’s some sort of funkmood retrograde in state.
Funny, as the other side of the coin is a bit of spring […]


New Definitions

“Vegetarian Day”
You’d think it means the conscientious choice to avoid meat products. Cruelty, hormones, political touchy feely hippy crunchy vibes. Etc.
What it really means?
Being too busy or too lazy to get a real lunch and noshing on kettle chips all day.


Sometimes I’m pretty Blonde.

Or rather, a pretty blonde. So say I for the streak in my hair.
In conversation with Chase
“Say, some cute mormons are out on your block. Backpacks. Skinny ties. Etc.”
“Yeah, but they can’t do fun things. They cant’ even drink Coke.”
“… really?”
“… Really.”
“Not even diet?”
“…”
“…?”
“… you’re really blonde some times.”
“What?! What’d I say?!”


Posted
24 May 2004 @ 9am

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Dreaming

New type of Nightmare

If you want to be like me, be sure to do the following.
1: Have insomnia sparked by nightmares for about two weeks.
2: Insist on catching up on sleep over the weekend based on pure exhaustion, fatigue, scotch, and perhaps some sleep medication.
3: Have an entirely new variety of nightmare.
4: Make sure it’s a fantasy D&D […]


Hooping Article in SF Chronicle!

Here it is!!
Hurray!
I get a pix here!


Posted
22 May 2004 @ 3am

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Just Me

Request please.

Dear God,
Please let my head stop hurting for once this week?
I’ve not been feeling so well.
You’re a champ.
Thanks.
Love always,
Min Jung


Posted
21 May 2004 @ 2pm

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APA

Harold and Kumar

http://www.haroldandkumar.com/
I am *so* fucking close to having been Cindy Kim (Perfect Asian Girlfriend from the Downloads area) that it’s a little terrifying.
Except for that honda civic hello kitty thing.
I got power puff girl stickers on my cell phone.
… On second thought…I’m more like Cindy Kim’s older, crazier, drunken, slutty big sister. Or the cousin […]


Posted
21 May 2004 @ 1pm

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Just Me

Good.

I don’t necessarily feel good. But I’m better. And that is good.


Posted
19 May 2004 @ 3pm

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Just Me

Twisted.

I can’t help it.
I feel like my heart has been grabbed, twisted, and pulled.
Kicked.
Mostly it’s in my head.


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