my obsession with food goes as follows:
so i wake up this afternoon at 345 pm not bc i was hungry (shit i couldve slept till 6 pm) but because i remembered i had a bag of doritos sitting on the window sill. i was sittin at me comp ravenously eating my chips like a lil hamster when karlo called at 350, asking if i still wanted to make lunch at thai taste. of course, i never turn down good food but i knew lunch at thai taste (translation: cheaper prices) ends at 4 pm. so we mutually decide to throw on whatever clothes was in sight and HAUL ASS to meet at thai taste. hell i didnt even wash my face or brush my teeth. karlo was literally running to thai taste
(*cough* fat ass *cough*) lol.
ahh.....and now i sit here content with orgasmic pad thai, blanket shrimp, and thai tea in my stomach....
i had a really weird but comforting dream last nite (it was actually one of many i had last nite, but this one i remember most vividly). karlo had come down for thanksgiving and i took him to our annual extended family get-together at my aunt's. knowing my really conservative viet family, i would get hell and a half for bring my guy to a family thing. speaking of which, back to reality now, my sister called me frantically the other wk and tol me she overheard my aunts and grandma sitting down at a table discussing rumors of my being gay. apparently they had all heard from one source or another that i liked dick...my grandmother (rather humorously i think) was in denial and disbelief...apparently she missed all the signs of my raging homosexuality. alrite back to the dream, so yeah i expected to catch a lot of shit when i walked into the house. indeed the atmosphere did get a lot thicker and more serious when karlo and i walked into the room. BUT instead of yelling and screaming, my grandma started talking to me in this calm, comforting voice. i dont remember what was exactly said but she said she didnt have a problem with me being gay and bringing my bf over...i remember real clearly the part where she said that karlo looked like he was genuinely caring and that he looked like a keeper...that his face told her that he took care of me well...i dunno -- that part stuck with me really well even when i was awake....it meant a lot to me...anyway i dunno what that could possibly mean...or y i dreamt that...good stuff though =]
part of another dream i remember -- karlo and i had snuck into a theme park and were riding this wooden rollercoaster and like as we were about to go over the last and highest hill, it got stuck and we ended up jus coasting to the bottom...lol i was kinda annoyed. piece of shit coaster. theme park in my dreams has been closed until further notice.
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Shouldn't you be doing this on Xanga, being asian and all?
So lacklustre.
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Anonymous, at 9/26/2005 6:40 PM
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