January 22, 2012 – 10:27 pm
Also known as This is why I don’t like to go out anymore.
Also known as Dude, Really?
What you are about to read is the exact conversation I had with some random guy who approached me last night while I was out with some of my girlfriends.
Random: Who are you?
Me: Who are you?
Random: No, who are you?
Me: Uh, who are you?
Random: We can stand here and do this all night or are you going to tell me your name?
Me: Fine. My name is Victoria.
Random: Can I call you Vicky?
Me: No.
Random: I can’t call you Vicky?
Me: No.
Random: I don’t want to talk to you unless I can call you Vicky.
Me: Okay then, bye.
It may also be worth noting that within the next twenty minutes that same random guy attempted to hit on both of my friends that I was there with. Yeah, he had balls. Not balls that any of us wanted anything to do with, but balls nonetheless.
January 16, 2012 – 6:00 pm
I recently went to see a dermatologist to get put on a new skincare routine and as a result I’ve been using a new face wash and different topical creams for my mornings and evenings. Cool, right? No. Not cool at all. Let me tell you. My face hurts. And not in the way my dad used to ask me if my face hurt when I was younger, because it was killing him kinda hurt. Like actually hurts. I don’t know if it’s the face wash or the cremes or the combination of both but it’s been sucking all of the moisture out of my face. My face is so dry and tight I imagine I’ll never need a facelift ever in life. All I know is at the end of five weeks when I go back to see my dermatologist for my follow-up my face better be so smooth and clear that you mistake it for a baby’s bottom. A white or Asian baby, preferably. You know… cause I’m white and Asian. Not cause I’m racist.
January 13, 2012 – 12:31 am
Just in case y’all didn’t know, your girl is kinda crafty and whatnot, so I started another blog here –> http://fauxsunday.com <– as a sort of lifestyle blog where I’ll be blogging out interior design, food, fashion and whatever else floats my boat.
I’ll still be blogging here too whenever the mood strikes me, so keep your girl bookmarked.
January 2, 2012 – 8:01 pm
First, let me say Happy New Year. I celebrated this year at home with a group of friends and some board games. Good times all around. Nobody got drunk. Nobody cheated Taboo or any other game. Nobody got cursed at or put out the house. That’s a pretty successful game night if you ask me (or any of my friends).
I’ve been doing some self-reflecting lately, trying to decide what if anything I would resolve to change about myself in 2012. I usually don’t do new year resolutions, because I tend to forget about them come January 2nd. Yeah, I’m that girl. And I find if I want to change something about myself throughout the year, then I’ll start making that effort right then and there (or you know, at the earliest convenient date). Nothing is really different about this year, I’m in a good place and overall happy with the life that I’m living. That list I made 4 months ago, well, it’s a work in progress and I’ve been pretty successful at keeping up with those goals. Well, with the exception of the first one, which if you’re too lazy to click the link was to exercise regularly. Cause, um, unless you count the three flights of stairs I have to walk up and down to get to my condo then I’m failing miserably on that one right there. But hey, I’m not fat either, so there’s that.
So, with that being said, 2012 is the year of the Dragon. I don’t really know what that means except that I fucking love dragons, so it must mean something good. Happy 2012 bitches!
October 17, 2011 – 10:11 pm
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
― Dr. Seuss
This quote right here is why Dr. Seuss will always and forever be my homie. It’s like… he just… gets me.
Now where all the weird boys at?
October 12, 2011 – 12:06 am
I don’t have a whole lot to say tonight, I’m just laying here thinking about life and my past. You know, being all nostalgic and whatnot. And like I mentioned in the last post, I’ve lived a very good life thus far. But what I can’t help but wonder is, who in the what-what told me it was a good idea to wear that dark ass, brown ass, wet & wild eyeliner around my lips. Had me out there looking all gangster chola. Kinda makes me what to travel to the past, sit my young self down and say “You know you’re Korean, right?“.
I was still cute though. You know, if cute means kinda angry looking.
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