yooooo it’s been a while.

have been working on some writing projects on the side and decided to retire the blog. i don’t really feel like spreading my creative juices all over the internet (that’s not a euphemism). blogging is great for many things but not sure if it necessarily makes you a better writer.  only writing makes you a better writer.

i’ve been reading this great book called Show and Tell by John Lahr and it has all these interviews with the great writers, directors. and actors of our time like Woody Allen, Arthur Miller, and David Mamet. it goes into their writing process, their childhoods, their influences, their psychological demons. it’s really inspiring. My favorite profile is the one on Mamet. No one has a better ear for dialogue than Mamet and I’ve been trying to imitate his rhythm since highschool.

He has a really great quote on why he writes:  “to be accepted and to be revenged.”

I particularly like the second reason. I’m Korean and vengeance is the undercurrent of everything we do. Ha.

And the common message with all these interviews is the emphasis on writing everyday. You have to be disciplined and dedicated.

My writing process these days consists of waking up around 6 am. Grabbing a bagel and coffee. And then sitting down in front of my computer to feed the muse. It’s one of my favorite rituals. From 6 AM to 8 AM,  I have this sacred time to myself and I dont have to answer to anybody. It’s a great way to start the day.

Hopefully, feeding the muse will turn into something worthwhile. If not, I hope I don’t get fat from eating all those carbs for breakfast!!!

Anyway, thanks for reading.

If you are me (and I hope you’re not), you probably ended up doing the following yesterday:

1. Going to Cohen’s to buy another pair of glasses because the new ones you bought five months ago SUCK SALTY BALLS and make you feel drunk when you are actually sober which is not a normal thing for glasses to do.

2. Having the blood drip out of your face when the Cohens rep tells you that new lenses will cost you $300. EGADS. You might as well buy NEW EYES for that kind of money. What is so special about these high index lenses? Will they help end your dry spell? Will they get your unborn spawn into Harvard? Will they??? If not, they should not cost $300.

3. Walking into a bakery after work and ordering two rugullach. Raspberry and chocolate flavored for those who get off on that kind of thing and you know who you are. Or maybe you don’t. Scary.

4. Walking into a Baskin Robbins minutes later and ordering a small cookies and cream icecream.

5. Walking into a bathroom minutes later and regretting the past two eating excursions

6. Meeting friends at Luca Bar for drinks whilst listening to live flamenco guitar

7. Deciding that it is a good idea to keep drinking and going out

8. Deciding it is a good idea to go to Angels and Kings, a bar owned by Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy and flat ironed hair fame.

9. Deciding it is not a good idea to go to bars where you are the oldest person in the bar.

10. Deciding it is a good idea to go to San Loco and eat a chicken burrito AND two bowls of nachos that are placed in EDIBLE BOWLS.

11. Realizing you are morbidly obese when you actually eat the objects that contain the food.

12. Eating about 8 ounces of jalapeno peppers that are swimming in a volcano of cheese.

13. Tossing and turning all night because you can’t tell if you are having heart burn or an alien about to pop out of your chest.

14. Coming to terms with the fact that avoiding San Loco at 1 AM is a small price to pay for your dignity…and digestion.

we play beyonce’s all the single ladies video on an i-phone and start doing the dance routine on the street. loves it!

okay, it’s not even 11 am but i need something to think about until lunch.

what’s a good hangover meal? i dont want a burger (i think) and i don’t want pizza. i kinda want chipotle but it’s too far. suggestions? is it weird that i am concurrently nauseous and hungry? is this what pregnancy is like? EGADS.

Today is Friday which means I went out last night.

Oh my god, you guys.

OH

MY

GOD.

First of all, I lost my credit card.

Second of all, I lost my mind.

Third of all, we made a plan to cool it down because the previous Thursdays are the new Fridays were so excessive but apparently my definition of cooling it down is KEEPING IT HOT.

We started the night at Bar Carrera and then we went to Jack’s Luxury Oyster Bar for a night cap.

Unfortunately, the night cap turned into a nightmare.

We ordered oysters, some wine, next thing I know I come home and puke my brains out. And the funny thing is that I was just talking about how I never throw up after drinking and that the last time I threw up was on my birthday two years ago and that was because I was drinking tequila like I was the leading actor in Tequila Mockingbird.

Note to self: Never brag about how you never throw up because you will inevitably throw up.

Second note to self: do not have oysters at the end of the night.

Third note to self: it is okay to blame innocent shell fish for your incapacity to hold your fluids

Fourth note to self: Fridays should be the new Fridays

I woke up this morning next to a pile of cookie crumbs. I don’t think I tried to eat the cookie as so much use it as a blanket.

Anyway, this blog had too many posts about community service and acne and finding your spirit so I thought I would toss in a fun drunk story just to round things out.

Love ya like a sister.

i just had this random highschool memory.

so i went to a performing arts highschool in miami and for some reason it received a lot of bomb threats. i don’t know, maybe people were threatened by teenagers doing pantomime and pirouettes.

on days that we received bomb threats, the entire school would have to evacuate and wait outside until it was safe to go back in.

since my friends and i were seniors at the time, we didn’t really see the point in waiting around for our school to blow up–love ya like a sister–so we got in our friend’s car and headed to the beach. ah, yes, that was one of the benefits of growing up near the water.

so we went to the beach and all my friends decided it would be a great idea to jump off this little bridge and dive into the water. all my friends got up on the bridge and dove smack into the water like they were greg louganis. of course, i was too scared at the time to actually jump off the bridge. i mean, what if i landed on a rock? or what if i broke my neck?  i ended up staying behind and holding people’s bags. like a mom.

looking back, i can’t help but think of that classic parent line: so if all your friends decide to jump off a bridge, does that mean you will too?

and i wish i could answer…

yes.

1. The TLC show I didn’t know I was pregnant
You gotta love TLC and their ability to make television out of other people’s medical miseries. I keep seeing commercials for this show which makes me think that this happens quite often. Seriously? You didn’t know you were pregnant? I mean, I could understand if it was something like… not knowing you had a nose hair. Oh, I didn’t know I had that nose hair growing in my nostril. But a baby? Really? Is this something you want to publicize on national television? Good luck applying for a job in the future. I’m not sure this is the kind of thing that employers look highly upon. What if they asked, “Do you have excellent attention to detail?” How would you answer that???

2. Those “What’s your real age ?” tests
Do you really need a test to figure out your real age? I think the real concern is: what the hell are you doing in your life to make you question your actual age??? Were you locked in a cabin in the Ozarks for twenty years??? Were you a prisoner of war? Were you adopted??? These are the kind of people who have legitimate reasons for taking these tests.

3. Our country’s infrastructure
I am one of those paranoid Manhattanites living in a post 9/11, post blackout, post MTA strike world. Basically, I need to live in an apartment that is within a twenty block radius of my office. I’m afraid that some I am Legend type of apocalypse will descend upon the city and all the bridges will be destroyed and all the roads will be blocked and the only way you will survive is either by running to the safety of your Manhattan apartment or by swimming to Canada. Oh, Canada, with your universal healthcare and poutine and your immunity to zombie apocalypses! Seriously, these things keep me up at night. Why does the city spend millions of dollars on changing the name of the Triborough Bridge to RFK bridge when this bridge will probably be the first to blow up in an apocalypse?!

PS I think my chin acne is attributed to this new arm and hammer baking soda toothpaste I’ve been using. At first, I thought it was part of skintifada but the sides of my face have been recovering while my chin has been getting really dry and bumpy. Anyone else get skin irritations from their toothpaste?

Sorry, this blog has turned into an acne message board. I promise, more drunken smoochie hoochie stories to come!!!!

Okay, the male readers may want to walk out of the room for this one.

Gone yet?

Okay.

Sooooo can I just say that this is the first time in like 15 years that I haven’t had any cramps or pains during my period?

(Let’s wait for the last of the male readers to leave now.)

Seriously! I used to have such crippling cramps that I couldn’t sleep at night. And for some reason, the only thing that made me feel better was sitting on a toilet. But one can only do that for so long before your ass gets stuck to the porcelain. And this technique isn’t really practical at the office lest people start to wonder if you’re giving birth in there.

And not only did I have such bad cramps but my boobs were so sore that it hurt to wear a bra. And not to be dramatic here, but I would have such severe mood swings and depression that I wanted to throw myself off a building.

Do I sound like a commercial for a PMS pill yet?

Side note: My friend T thought that PM Dawn was the name of a woman’s pms medication. Genius!

But what, pray tell, could be the reason for this sudden relief???

The skin diet.

Aka the liver cleanse diet.

Menstruation is your body’s monthly cleansing process. It’s not only getting rid of your lady bits but all the other toxins stored in your body. And I read that you’re not really supposed to suffer from menstrual pain like cramps and soreness. Yes, a little bit is normal, but if it is so severe that you need medication, then your body is telling you something.

It’s telling you to take a chill pill.

The more cramps you have, the more your body is working to release the toxins like meat, dairy, alcohol, sugar, and even psychological toxins like stress and anxiety. These toxins are literally cramping you up.

And I realized that my skin diet coincided with the time I was ovulating which is also the most critical time for your body because it’s preparing to make little bebes.

And even though I ate all of New York City right before my period, my cramps have been nonexistent. I read that when you’re menstruatig, you’re supposed to have warming foods which is probably why my body was craving red meat and ramen and red wine.

And momofuku desserts. Heh.

Anyway, there may be something to this whole diet and health thing. Oh, wait, Hippocrates already said it:

“let food be your medicine and medicine be your food”.

Okay, next post will be grocery list for the skin diet aka liver cleanse diet.

so i uploaded a new header but not sure how to customize it so that the image doesn’t crop. there must be a thing i can download that will let me customize photos.

please help me, tek geeks! you know who you are!!!

don’t you???

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