I've got...fan?

Seems like I have a fan. Someone who enjoys my rantings but doesn't actually comment on any of my postings.

I vonder vy?

Well, awesome for me I suppose, it's the motivation I needed to get back on to the horse when it comes to writing/blogging/letting my fingers roll over the keyboard, I wonder if anyone else gets a thrill when it comes to typing?

I used to love going to Best Buy and Circuit City when I was younger. I would run to the computer section and find the "working computer" and go to town. It's like when a pianist see's a fresh set of ivory keys. Who doesn't want to test them out?

To my number one fan. I promise to continue making you laugh during the day and deep,
deeeeep into the night.

I digress. I actually have a job to do and work and shit.

Damn.

awkward moments

What do you do when awkward moments come after you? I love my new friends. Without them, I would be really really bored in New York. They have introduced me to new things, such as Karaoke in KoreaTown!,"Trashy" Christmas parties, and fun fun fun Bar-B-Q's along the East River.

However, what do you do when a few people give you the awkwardisms? Make you wanna run from yourself and hide? It could totally be me. I mean I wear my heart on my sleeve. You'll know if I'm mad/sad/happy/grumpy/loaded/sweet. I think I get confused with people who just want nothing to do with you. It's weird. I rather have you be bitchy than ignore the shit out of me.

Anyway.... that's my Monday Morning Rant. Back to work I guess.