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.
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.
August 30, 2011 – 9:18 pm
I remember when I was oh, maybe 15 or 16, standing in line at the bank, minding my own, when a young couple in front me started making out. It was disgusting. Angelina and Billy Bob disgusting. Had I not been about my paper at that moment and had that not been the only bank I could go to¹, I would’ve left. Instead I had to endure the torture of watching this couple tongue each other down directly in front of me.
Now I don’t know if it was that particular event that turned me off to public displays of affection or if I’ve been like this forever, but I am not the one. I’m not going to make out with you in a movie theatre and I don’t want to hold your hand. I will, if you grab for it, but only for long enough so that it’s not obvious that I’m trying to escape your grasp. And I can assure you that all the while, I will not be thinking “oh how sweet, he wants to hold my hand”. There are really only a couple of situations where hand holding is okay – A. if we’re in a big crowd and don’t want to get separated or 2. we’re at a haunted house. Although in that case, I probably won’t be holding your hand, I’ll most likely be grabbing onto you for dear life.
Yeah, I just might be a bitch. Or a boy. Just kidding… about that second one.
So, Wiz and Amber, please stop with the all the grossness. This right here, is not necessary. Not necessary at all.
1. I grew up in Germany, on a military base. We had no options.
August 26, 2011 – 10:46 am
So I finally watched the video to Lil Wayne’s How to Love, and while I wasn’t overly impressed with the video, I did appreciate the message that Wayne is sending out.
Now, what I DID NOT appreciate —- That scary ad/preview they played before I could even get to the video. I really need for folks to start posting warnings when they’re gonna play some scary shit so I can be prepared to avert my eyes, mute the sound, whatever it takes. It almost made me say fuck Wayne and his video (excuse my language, but that’s how serious it was) .
Yes, I’m 28. And yes, I’m scared of horror films, haunted houses and dark alleys. I couldn’t even watch Michael Jackson’s Thriller video when I was younger. I even once had tears in my eyes coming out of the Madame Tussaud’s Scream attraction in Vegas. I may or may not have been 23 years old. And no, I’m not ashamed.
So, please DailyMotion – chill with the scary ad/previews or next time, warn an Asian. Kthx.
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