Today, I was laughed at by my boss as I was coming into work. I am not sure why. Today, I was asked where I get my clothes. But I believe this was a compliment. Because he told me that my fashion sense is eclectic at best and somehow I pull it together.



If this wasn't a good thing, then I don't think I have anything to look forward to because to me, every day is "dress-up" day.

I also have very large attitude for a person of small stature and I am OK with that.

Fuck you, authority and hello Cheech and Chong.



I just notice that Mr.Peanut has cookie crumbs on his upper lip. He told me I was terrible for writing that up. Heh.

You know, there is one thing I always wondered about. OK, this statement is not true at all, considering I am full of questions most of the time. So technically, it came to me recently:

who do you think picks up guide dog's poopoo? Or are they trained to only poopoo and peepee at their own home? Even then, how should a blind person clean up when they can't see?

Do they leave poopoo lying around everywhere? I think they should be like the horse carriage, and they should have dog poopoo trapper.

Someone, go paten that shit.

It just came to me: My personality is similar to Jack Black's character. The way I say "Dude" all the time, in annoying mannerism, how prick-ish he is as a character, weird facial expression.... evidences are there.

I am the Asian female version of Jack Black.

This couple of days has been greatly warm. My hippy dresses/skirts are in full bloom. I am re-inventing myself out of " I'm punk rawk, and I don't give a fuck" to " I am a flower child, let's hug a tree".

This is me in the 90s.

This is me in the year 2000. Mind you, I do wear clothes often.



Not that I dig hugging or touching people all that much. In fact, I am not a touchy person in anyway. You can ask Mr.Peanut and he'll tell you so.

Anyways, I guess because of the heat and such, I have been wearing sandals and such. I feel like my hands have been uber dirty when in fact, it's not.

It's like having fantom acid trip at your hands.



You know? like seeing dirt on your hands when there are none. Is this mean I'm really turning into Cheech and Chong?

Today, I was talking to Mr.Peanut about tattoos, terrible tattoos in general. He told me that to me, a lot of people would seem like they have shitty tattoos. I cannot deny this fact.

This one is gnarly.


This one is just bad ass.



My tattoos are pretty awesome ( sans my stars ). He told me that kid from the restaurant he slaved for so long got really rad tattoo when he was there. Just picture an awkward 7 feet tall boy, with a back piece of Mutant Ninja Turtles. It was red one, apparently.

He told me it was rad but I don't know. I have to look at it with my own damn eyes.






Then we were discussing cheezy tattoos. I told him that if he became a dad, I can see him with cheezy tattoo dedicated to the child. He told me " Oh, that's nice that you think so highly of me". I did not mean it as an insult, although a lot of thing I say come across as an insult.

I said it's ok one of us needs to be cheezy. I am the "I fucking hate everything" person in the relationship. He thought I was funny. I meant it for real. I am the pissy poo-poo person of the relationship.

I fucking hate everythin'

Today, I saw a lady with onion looking hair. She had black velvety looking frilly shirt with tan colour blazer with her passport in the jacket pocket, all protected in a ziploc bag.

She reminded me of this famous lady in Japan.




It's totally different topic, but when I was a kid, there used to be a kid show called "Ponkikkies" which featured 2 unidentifiable creatures, possibly related to dinasoures. Anyways, the red one is "Mukku" and the green one is "Gachapin". The red one is the worry wort and the green one is adventurous.



The green one dives, cuts vegetables and shit. Pretty weird stuff. He has balls stuck all over his arm and supposedly, they work like suction cup. You can actually buy a dvd of the green guy doing sports and shit. You should check it out. My people are crazy.



By the way, I suppose you can dress up as "Gachapin" and this is what you can look like. Gross is what.