mintcar

I am a homosexual man trapped in a woman's body.
He is a heterosexual man trapped in a homosexual man's body,
and sometimes, a small, feisty French flaneur trapped in a Japanese American college student's body.

So today was tough because I slept two hours last night, worked all weekend on my idea, and didn't even get to present and get some feedback in the mid-review. SIGH. I am going to do NOTHING for a while. Too depressed. Oh, except Mr. Cheung's images, which I hope will have a blurred, dreamy effect. It will be relaxing, except maybe the severed arms that clench and unclench intermittently on the dirty warfield.

I am listening to Brian McKnight! Which I happened to mention last night when Kev and I ate at the Old (Fobby) Teahouse and saw a few Jay Chou videos. I realized he wears that baseball cap to shade his ugly face. (Sorry, all you Jay lovers out there)! I am trying to remember those places we ate early on ... Julie's (of course, sometimes a free dish!), Thai House, Tako, so on; do you remember any?

Okay, I am going to nurse my crooked neck ligaments, because typing this is hurting me! Mimimii! Rar!