Sick as a dog

Well, I've been sick for the past few days and it's pretty lame. It kind of puts a wrench in my training (I say that loosely) for doing a 5K race. Yeah, I decided a week ago that I'm going to try to run a 5K. We'll see how well I can commit to that.

You know what one of my guilty pleasures are? Those "missed connections" and "casual encounters" sections on craigslist. There's two things that you learn about these personals:

a) People have WEIRD fetishes, although by default I guess fetishes are a little weird anyways...

and

b) You gotta be pretty pathetic to think you saw your soulmate while you're ordering your number 3 in the line at McDonald's AND to post that experience on the internet in hopes of finding your so-called soul mate.

You ever wonder if these people actually meet in person? I secretly wish to see myself describe in a missed encounter because I think that would be wonderfully creepy.

So here are my picks of WTF craigslist casual and missed encounters-

Casual:

!!Travel gal needs a pal!!
"Im a down ass female lookin for the right man to ryde or die with. I guess i grew up to fast but thats why niggas say im housewife material. I cook all the southern dishes like a pro,thats how iI got all my donkey booty. Im needing a mature black man whos attractive,smart,hood,romantic,freaky,and enjoys a good woman. Im a freak and Im bysexual and love beautiful woman so my man has to be cool with it."

Ok, this has got to be fake but it's still good. I think I'll use this in my "About Me" section on myspace.

Missed:

1979 Ninilchik Alaska, 2 Lady Teachers - m4w - 55 (Alaska)

" In 1979 I met 2 lady teachers from N.M. One of them gave me the sexiest hug as we said goodbye. The other one had a daughter about 8 or 9, I had a son that was younger. What ever became of you?"

I didn't realize that you can give "sexy" hugs. Eh, well the more you learn...

Uh, I suck at this...

New title for my blog and hopefully new ambition to keep this thing up.

It seems people like to make assumptions about me. Especially insisting that I'm Chinese. Even a (I assume) Chinese woman thought I was Chinese. I just heard the word "prostitute" through my security door from outside. Hopefully they're not talking about me like "Oh, that's where that Asian prostitute lives. She'll love you long time."

Anyway, the other day at work another woman asks me if I speak Chinese and I say "I'm not Chinese" which is a pretty bitchy way to respond. Nevertheless, I think it's a stupid question. She asks if I'm Korean, Filipino, pretty much every Asian ethnicity expect Vietnamese. I finally just end her interrogation by telling her I'm Vietnamese. Then she goes on this tangent about living in Philadelphia and teaching English to Chinese immigrants by reading the Bible to them. Pretty clever, huh? I think she also said something along the lines of "oh those people coming here to America trying to make a decent living, God bless their souls".

I kind of stopped listening after the whole teaching English through the Bible scam. Nice lady but I think she's a little crazy. Come to think of it, I could write a whole blog about the people I encounter at work. Everyday is definitely different.

I'm watching "No Reservations" right now and Anthony Bourdain is in Egypt. For the first 1/2 hour of the show, I notice that all I see are men. I don't see a woman until about :35 min. into the show. Is that odd? I was wondering where all the women were hiding when Bourdain was roaming the streets of Cairo. In the pyramids? Who knows.

I'm slacking...

Sorry Erica!

This show always makes me hungry. I wish I had Guy's job. Traveling across the country eating fried goodness...

Oh shit, son!

Forward to around :50 for the old man fight.

If this doesn't make you say "aw"...

Then you have no soul.

I can't help it

I had a feeling there was some other random blog with the title "Quietly judging you" and sure enough there is one! So I had to pick another title. I got the current one from a conversation between me and Will. We were talking about the songs that make you sad, which was brought up on Ron and Fez. Some of mine are "Imagine" by John Lennon and "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. I think it's the music more than the lyrics that makes me sad.

Anyway, Will mentions "any song by Morrissey is sad." We both agree that Morrissey just needs a hug.

Let's get things started.

Two animals, one cup.

Here it goes again...

First blog on new blog. More to come soon!