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FEB 06 ARCHIVES
4:33 PM PM 2/11/2006  gorgeous, no? it better be, considering it costs two hundred freakin' bucks... so i was looking at my calendar for this upcoming week - dinner plans monday, drinks with a friend wednesday, keri's bday dinner thursday, and happy hour/dinner with some other friends friday. sadly enough, the only day that is wide open is tuesday, the 14th. i'm debating about crashing random friends' dates throughout the evening, because who doesn't love a third wheel?!? DAMMIT, IF I CAN'T HAVE A FABULOUS VALENTINE'S DAY, THEN NONE OF MY FRIENDS CAN EITHER. haha. i know, i know i'm a terrible person. anyways, jenny's bday party @ the bungalow club is tonight, so i'm ready to hit the dance floor and have some fun, despite the fact that i stupidly volunteered to be designated driver. duh, connie. all right, well the the weather is absolutely GORGEOUS outside so i'm off to enjoy the weekend. oh yeah, before i forget - keri's studio shot of me and lynn from last weekend - i refuse to post the other horrible ones. and here's the long overdue video of me dancing with goofy @ EY's company party at disneyland - see, i wasn't lying. have a fabulous one, everybody. 4:24 PM 2/18/2006 okay i know valentine's day is over, but i love flowers too much to stop posting them, so i'm gonna continue.  so as expected, i had a pretty uneventful v-day, though i did receive a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates (along with 72% of my saturated fat, yum), a spongebob square pants doll, a framed picture of the hottest girl in history, and 21 individual spongebob squarepants valentines all signed by different people who coincidentally have the same handwriting as lynn's (hmm, how odd). there was even a card from a chocolate donut that read, "i miss you." that one almost made me cry. everything else was funny, including the note from the loser who hit me up for a job @ kpmg after i told him i was too "busy" to date. anyways, i went to the range last night again, this time with lynn in tow because she wanted to learn how to shoot. much like the first time, it was a fun experience, and now i'm starting to get worried because i'm enjoying it a little too much. the die hard democrat inside of me is sobbing, but it's getting harder to hear her over the constant gunfire. somebody needs to stage an intervention, NOW. so i woke up this morning after a blissful 8 hours of sleep, did absolutely nothing productive around the house, and then went to see 8 below with tom in el segundo. remarkably, the cuteness of the huskies totally made up for paul walker and jason biggs' horrific acting. some parts were ridiculously cheesy but i cried anyways, because 1) who doesn't cry in a Disney movie!? and 2) i'm a sucker for animal movies. all right, it's time to get some work done. by the way, i can't stand jamie foxx, but i gotta say that whoever wrote "unpredictable" is a freakin' lyrical genius. "i know you're used to dinner and a movie, why not be my dinner while making a movie?" next stop is the g-spot - LUDA! hahaha. i love it. okay i'm out. unpredictable, go download it, and get lucky tonight. 1:01 PM 2/25/2006 i woke my ass up at 7:20 this morning to donate blood with lynn (haha, sucker) - as soon as i stepped into the red cross center, i realized that i just wanted to turn around and go home. why do i do this to myself? i hate needles. i hate blood. i hate those dumb questions that the nurses are obligated to ask you everytime (nurse: "have you ever paid for sex before?" me: "well, emotionally, yes. financially, no.") but most of all, i hate the fact that the experience seems to get worse and worse as i get older. i don't remembering it hurting this much in high school. either i wasn't scared of sh*t back then or i'm a wuss now. in any case, i cannot believe there doesn't exist an easier way to extract blood from my body. like um, with a special vacuum or something. okay, that was beyond idiotic, forget it. anyway, i've got a ton of work to do this weekend, which really doesn't explain why i'm sitting around updating this stupid page that only my friends read religiously (seriously, would it kill you guys to get off the computer and call me once in a while?) today is one of those days that i wish i had a nice, brainless job. like working the floor at bloomingdales. then i think about getting paid 15 bucks an hour and having to blow entire paychecks on clothes and shoes and i reconsider. still though, there's got to be a happy medium. i just feel like if i keep thinking this hard at work, my brain is literally gonna explode one day. and that is one ugly and uncool way to go. so last week i was silently congratulating myself in my head about managing to avoid the past five or six valiant attempts by coworkers/friends to set me up with random men - examples include the following: "okay, so this guy is 40 and divorced, but he drives a BMW. sound good?" "what about my hot friend jason? he's smart, funny, tall...all right, so he's a total pothead, but we can look past that, right?" "oh, i know a guy! his parents are filthy rich. but he's a little bit on the fobby side. as in, he can't speak english." "he's in his mid thirties, covered with tattoos, not too bright, but really good to look at. oh yeah, he likes asian women, too. a lot." apparently my friends have gotten totally desperate on my behalf. anyway, a few days ago my current coworkers brought up the possibility of setting me up with a hapa attorney in his late 20's who is apparently really good looking and smart. but i declined, because 1) he must have some sort of problem if he's still single despite being a good looking attorney, and 2) being set up is one step above finding a date through craigslist or the internet. i've been traumatized ever since my old coworker jennifer sent me on TWO horrible dates with a guy who thought it'd be hilarious to tell a really tasteless (and unfunny) joke about aborted fetuses in the middle of our meal. i had to sit on my hands to avoid shoving my chopsticks down his throat several times throughout the date. but i digress. i've now come to the conclusion that it's not about the guy's job, what car he drives, or how much he makes - it all just comes down to chemistry. and if it ain't there (and trust me, 99.9% of the time, it's nonexistent), then it's just a big waste of time. jeez. it only took me 24 years to reach this brilliant epiphany. ok, enough rambling about nonsense. time to work. or take a nap outside in the gorgeous sunshine. haha, i love LA. later, everybody. |
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Copyright 2006 Connie Cheng