how obnoxious is my bday invite?

Titled: to my wondrous friends and karaoke lovers

In commemoration of fourth of july, the joys of karaoke and the bday of yours truly, I would like to invite you to a night of DK, Drunken Karaoke. this isn't karaoke, this isn't singing, this is Drunken Karaoke. this is indeed the drunken (wo)man's official sport and past time.
I will be cohosting this little shindig with my cohost Sake, native of Japan. Sake will be joined by his cousin, Vodka, of the Russian Vodkas.
i wish to enjoy that wondrous night with everyone here who has touched my heart in one way or another, or in the case of henry, just simply touched me. so please for the sake of our country as it is fourth of july, come out and sing.

ghetto love

so i just finished reading the brief wondrous world of oscar wao. boy can write. i love that he has this very distinct voice. and i love that he's this ghetto intellect and i love me some ghetto intellects. they are intensely fresh and clever and can talk wheelies around any subject, slipping in and out of street vernacular slang like it's a second language.
junot diaz is definitely a new generation of hip intellects. and like i said, i love me some hip intellects.
his voice is so distinct. as a fellow writer, i am colored GREEN with envy at his ability to articulate such a clear and contemporary voice. his words are pure madcap dexterity. he is a ghetto fab hyperkinetic spitfire ninja throwing words like daggers, a verbose motherfucka who can talk an item to its death. he spins words like tornadoes and loops you for a ride. and it's a crazy ride. diaz, i bow down to you. i hate you so much.
now i must make my leave so i can turn the lights off in my bedroom, curl up in fetal position and sing creep by radiohead softly to myself as my teardrops soak my pillow.

be back

currently trying to recover my Fighting Spirit and Idealism.
they went missing when i let myself get seduced by that tempestuous vixen Discouragement.
expect a long and bloody battle. i plan on beating that bitch down.
will return victoriously, w/plans of hanging her severed head over my doorway as a cautionary tale for those that dare follow.
and her entrails? i will brew a stew and feed it to my dogs.
ok. enough. i don't even own dogs.
correction: will feed to stray dogs. heh heh.



ps. we can't forget tiananmen square.

female fixations

she is one spicy kimchee. yummmm
has there ever been a more korean name than... grace park?

sometimes when i'm bored...

i take my shoes out of their boxes and look at them.

in fact, right before this entry, i was traipsing around my room w/two different pairs, which was what prompted this little entry here.

i love being a girl <3