DAILY UPDATE

12:04 AM 2/8/2010

a year ago today i was suckered into running the super bowl 10K in redondo beach. i say "suckered" because the only reason i joined was to get a stinking medal and nobody informed me that there wouldn't be a medal for finishing a measly 6 miles until we were about halfway through the race. this year i wisely chose to sit on my butt and NOT run. instead, i ate a slice and a half of pizza, countless chicken wings and about fourteen hundred chocolate chip cookies over a span of six hours. let me tell you, it was SO MUCH more enjoyable than waking up early, wearing shorts in public, huffing and puffing for an hour and then having absolutely NOTHING to show for it.

anyways, i got rear ended again on thursday, this time by a lady who apparently didn't see me as i was trying to make a left turn and went plowing right into my bumper. yes, that's right, i was rear ended TWICE in one week. i pulled off to the side to inspect the damage but the other driver was either 1) clueless or 2) shady as hell, since she kept going and left me behind in the dust. damage was minimal (again) and at this point i was too annoyed to chase after her so i just let it go. honestly, tomorrow i am expecting a grand piano to fall on my head. so i dropped off my car at the body shop on friday and now i am driving around a rental car from enterprise, courtesy of lady #1's insurance company. they tried to give me a blue impala but i managed to talk my way into getting a fairly new C300. it ain't no 3 series coupe but i am definitely not complaining, considering how i got stuck driving a mazda 5 around last time. the insurance agent was not thrilled when i asked her to reimburse me for the c-class ("ms. cheng, we cannot authorize a mercedes benz rental when you only drive a BMW....") which confused me a little bit because what car would i need to normally drive to be able to rent a benz? a bentley or a rolls royce? but i was not in the mood to argue and was about to drop it altogether when the agent suddenly gave a big sigh and reluctantly mumbled, "okay, fine, take the benz." thank you ma'am, that right there is first class service. like the extra cost for upgrading to a benz is coming out of your personal paycheck. i understand everybody's still cash sensitive in today's crappy economy, but if you're so interested in saving your company a couple of bucks, next time tell your customer not to rear end me on the 10 west, okay?

i made lynn watch dear john with me on friday night and had to apologize to her multiple times before, during and after the movie because it was just so bad. channing tatum's acting was.... not so good. there was very little chemistry between him and the weird alien-looking actress, and the storyline was total crap (the blame falls squarely on nicholas sparks' shoulders for that one). man, there is nothing sadder to me than a bad chick flick. it's like when you have all the right ingredients for an awesome dinner and then somehow your kitchen explodes and you end up with a total disaster. it's even more tragic when channing tatum is one of the cooks. what a waste of potential. i've come to the conclusion that he needs a role like keanu's neo from matrix. minimal speaking parts, lots of action. that way people can focus on his stronger attibutes (i.e. looking pretty) instead of his weaknesses (i.e. ability to act).

all right, it's almost midnight and i've got a busy week at work ahead of me. also, congrats (i guess) to tom, who won our super bowl bet and will now be getting a free lunch courtesy of yours truly sometime next week. he was all gloat-y after the saints won and sent me several obnoxious bbm messages expressing his elation. real classy. if i had won, i would have accepted my victory graciously and not rubbed his face in it. actually i probably would have been shrieking like a crazed baboon and calling him nonstop to scream, "I WON, SUCKAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" over and over again, but whatever. that is besides the point. damn you, colts. you owe me $20 for lynn's pool and another $20 for tom's lunch. thanks.


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