I drink a lot. I curse too much. I say no to drugs.
..Links to my old blogs! Check it out:
Naked and Betrayed
1999
Pre/Post ATL
Tragedy, Friendship, and The Injustices of The Opposite Sex
Kalifornia
I Dream of Martini
JFK-LAX-SFO
Last Weekend
A Blog For Blog's Sake
Life Mysteries Revealed, Pt. I
Hermit Aspirations
Any Man With A Microphone Can Tell You What He Loves The Most
Chuc Mung Nam Moi, Hollaaaa!
Insomniac Censured Recap
Practice Safe Text Sex
If the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too
Party and Bullshit
California Stream of Consciousness
This is a long ass recap...
Blogging Under the Influence
It's All Relative
How are things on the Fresh Coast?
Saturday Nights All Right
Life, The Universe, and Everything
Huong Thu
Everyone looks good in dim lighting...
Mission=Accomplished?
Real Quick
Everyday With Rachel Ray November 2007
HBO is the new Chloe
Baby, It's Cold Outside (REPOST)
Back In North America
Pre-Vacation Weekly Rewind
Seasonal Psychosis
Monday Ramblings
Sho Nuff
Last Night. She said.
Make It Fit
Another Day Another Dollar
Weekly Rewind
The Opposite of Fabulous
This Is Not A Test
Post-Lollapalooza
Pre-Lollapalooza
My life is nice...
Another Plan C bites the dust
Girl Talk
Notes on yesterday, 07/14/2007
Fight or Flight
Week 53
Me Love You Long Time
Happy Father's Day
This is crap and I wrote it in three minutes...
Racking up the frequent flyer miles...
So I'm a Black Panther now
Home Brooklyn
Heck Yeah, Fool!
Greetings From Sacramento!
JFK and Mom's Bday
Jersey
Ramble On
120 BPM
I lost my coat!
Ramona Vs. Satan
MLK and Pop's Bday
Rebel Yell
New York Story
I Heart NY
Dear Plan C
Westside Story-A Very Quick Recap of My Cali Trip
Missed Connection with 17 Year Old Spanish Kid on the D Train
Week 12
Everything Sucks AKA Misery Loves Company
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Porn Exchange Program
More Random Stuff
Today
Microwave-less In The City
Mandy. Choose Your Own Adventure
More Random Updates. This is deep stuff, y'all. Not for everyone.
Is/Was
Brief 4AM New York Update
Lifestyles of The Potentially Homeless
I'm a grown ass woman, Dawg...
Garage Sale Porn
Random Shit or Insight into Girl with ADD or Don't Be Mad That You Don't Get These Inside Jokes
Freakin' Toothpaste
Moms, Pops, Coco, Thuy, and Indian
Hey Kid...
Damn you, City of Oakland! Damn you!!!
Fortune Cookies, Korean Dry Cleaners, and Taking Risks
Salsa As A Means of Re-Affirming Fabulousness
If you see my homeless peeps...
So I still find Myspace strangely fascinating, and appalling at the same time. My 13 year old nephew put me on to it (he's Super Wonton-love you Jonny!) and despite the potential for PURE EVIL, it's a fabulous way to catch up with old friends, stay in touch, and stalk people.
Moms and Pops
Moms, Pops, Coco, Thuy, and Indian
Moms is this fierce, proud Vietnamese woman. The opposite of dainty, she stands tall at 5'7" and can really knock a muthafucka out. Although she doesn't bust out her moves anymore, it is rumored that she has mastered several different forms of martial art. She can beat up ten men with two chopsticks. She can eat ten pies in ten days and still maintain her figure. She is immortal, despite her tendency to watch the health channel and claim to have symptoms of every disease mentioned. Recent self-diagnoses include SARS, West Nile, and bird flu. This has become a source of amusement for me, as it's not unusual for members of our family to reach triple digits, agewise. Moms has got connections in 'Nam, Hong Kong, and Sydney, and gives orders to her two best henchmen via carrier pigeon. She calls her henchmen Right Hand and Left Hand. She's a stealthy little minx and I believe those skills have helped her to become a better Ninja. They used to call her High Pockets.
Pops is an old school cat with an appreciation for jazz, literature, dark beer, and Led Zeppelin. His heart belongs to Moms and New York City. He thinks Brazil is beautiful. He will always beat you at Jeopardy. He will always be available to discuss Mozart, the Musuem of Modern Art, and time travel with you. He will always welcome an opportunity to tell Right Wing Idiots to eat shit. He will NOT, however, be able to help you with your Trig homework. He does not use spell check, which angers me to great extent.
It's been said that Coco was born on a full moon. He is the leader of a slightly fictitious rap group called Philly Condo. He'd prefer that you call him V.C. Charlie during their performances. He's an easy going fellow that drinks what's on tap. His sense of humor parallels his sister, SNL in the 80's, Cheech, and The Man. You will find that you often do not understand the jokes between him and his sister, or Philly Condo. You may become upset and slightly annoyed when this happens. Coco has a pattern of falling in love fast and hard, but that is changing due to the theraputic effects of Blackjack, Booze, and Brunettes. The secret to his success lies in his strict diet of scrambled eggs and pizza. He always knows what song you're talking about. While his taste in music is broad and quite spectacular, his political views are almost blasphemous.
Thuy has a patient ear and a sharp tongue. She gives advice but can talk you out of your own shoes. She has mastered the Jedi Mind Trick. You will look into her eyes and do exactly as she tells you. She knows football better than me, you, and everyone. She was a Con Artist in her previous life, as well as a direct descendent of Ghangis Khan.
Moi? I am known by the name of Indian in priveleged, exclusive circles. Those that know the source of this name shall consider it an honor. I don't eat anything that swims. I enjoy broccoli, the color pink, and the word VICARIOUSLY. People are often amazed and somewhat saddened by my extensive knowledge of movie trivia. I love Emma, my boyfriend, and my all girl band, among other things. My all girl band is called Everybody Needs a Nemesis. You may NOT shorten it and just say Nemesis. Chela Picante does the lead vocals on our greatest hits album. My super powers include x-ray vision and the ability to forget what you were just talking about. Please do not ask me to use these powers unless you know me by the name of Indian. If you do not know me by the name of Indian, I may just demonstrate only one of my super powers. I have a tendency to scoff at stupid people, as well as a tendency to write blogs that don't make much sense at 3 in the morning.
