riding the metro

Today, on every bus I took (the 75 to and from the U District and the 540 to and from Redmond), there was exactly 1 (one) hot boy in tight indie hipster jeans. Every bus. Surely this cannot be simply a coincidence. Surely, this must mean something! But what? What could it mean? The only thing I gleaned from it was that given four chances to talk to a hot guy sitting next to me, I took none of them. Something is obviously wrong with me.

be louder

I don't particularly like or dislike Hillary Clinton, but it's not a good sign that she can't hire people for her campaign who don't understand the difference between Chinese and Chinese-American. The SF Chronicle reported on Tuesday that a Hillary Clinton staffer refused a couple journalists for ethnic newspapers at the door because they were "foreign press." How disrespectful is that? What kind of message does that send, that regardless of everything Asian-Americans have done for this country, they can still be considered foreign? This is exactly the attitude that leads to something like if we were to be in a war with an Asian nation, and then we rounded up all the people who happened to have the same ethnicity and you know, interned them in camps or something. Clinton's campaign apologized for the gaffe after the journalists involved made a fuss, but this really doesn't endear me to Hillary.

imperative

i like reading missed connections/i saw yous, because sometimes you'll come across ones like this, and you just want the two to find each other again and live happily ever after. or, happily for the next 30 minutes to an hour, or whatever. i'm keeping my fingers crossed.

how much

honestly, i don't kno why my parents don't just disown me. it would make it easier on everyone involved.

holiday shopping

i'm out of fucking ideas for what to get my friends for christmas. it's such a dire situation that i'm considering just sifting thru my hotmail spam and matching friend with product. there's everything from lesbian schoolgirl porn and canadian viagra to travelocity gift certificates or hickory farms baskets. unfortunately for my friends, i don't have much money, so it looks like they're all getting sausage sticks and blocks of cheese, instead of a trip to new york.