have obviously been eating my feelings lately. and i guess my feelings are…raw fish? certainly been an inordinate amount of nipponese food ingestion lately. dont even dig sushi all that much.
not pictured are the various trips to souplantation and papa johns dinners.
five months ago, if someone wouldve told me that games will become my retreat from all that is evil in the world, i wouldnt have believed.
count me as wrong. oh so wrong.
also, count me out 113 bucks cuz i just bought tix for thursday nights game vs the giants. since i started off this season with a giants game, its only fitting to end it on a giants game no? hopefully, a we-kick-giants-asterisk-again(!) game too.
then, month and a half before N – C – A – A!!! YARRR!!!!!*
*pirates should get some yarr their direction since they lost so stupendously today. yieah, i give props to the losers occasionally.
not gonna lie marge, this thing done had me spewing chunks of pizza onto my keyboard in laughter. fuck yieah, neville.
not pictured: the fork slipping off of the olive oil and the sprout shoving up my left nostril.
belated post of last thursdays lunch…my new addiction: phat oosh salad baybee –
wished for it on the drive to werk, got the chance to indulge for lunch. sour cucumbers ftw. delicious even without the grilled bagah(!).
booyah. courtesy of kn.
bew. :(
shanghai summed:
+’s…seeing family from the other side of the pond. glass skyscrapers everywhere. wedding locale. the two guys working the breakfast buffet. facial complexion revitalized. that one salty, sweet dried fish appetizer omg. citylights reflected on the river. the gold dress. excuse to buy a pair of red toms. crazy protective aunts, uncle and cousins. haagen daaz everywhere. amazing kfc. catching the og tvbs condor heroes on the telly, along with the taiwanese justice bao series from way back when. the fact that most of the taxi drivers have a straighter head on their shoulders than the image projected by red china. also, no taxi driver tried to swindle us.
-’s…EFF THAT STENCH OF HUMANITY AND CIGARETTES. eff that shit so bad. it made the heat stroke worse. compounded by the dirtiest toilet in all of scotland applied mutifold to every restroom i went into save one. (and seriously, had to pee every 30 minutes cuz i drank a ton of water. hence the misfortune of visiting pleny of public restrooms.) disregard for personal space and personal hygiene. why the fuck am i the only who got bit? six times i might add(!!!!!!). the fucking lame ass hotel room lighting that couldnt light worth shit — plus the lack of mirrors and housekeeping nazis who tightwadded extra towels/toilet paper/pillows/you name it. people whos minds are off in lala land…look buddy, youre in the service industry, so learn to service dammit. i should not have to play 20 questions to get a clear answer out of you. and when you answer, dont be giving me a surly attitude. it just makes me want to slap you upside the head. for gods sakes public places, turn up the effing ac. the fake monks who were scamming people with their fake blessings and fortune tellings. eff you pricks where the sun dont shine.
i could bitch on and on. more things pissed me off than amused me. still wont mind going back though…preferably in october or may. cuz that heat is ludicrous. dunno how the locals can stand it. theres literally steam hanging in the air during the daytime. wtf?!
me: +1
chronically inconsiderate person: -100
can’t quash the bubbling squee. dishing it is mighty satisfactory.
today has been full of interesting wins.
and now, back to squeeing about GoT eh…
the man who should be king.
the man who will be king.
why can’t i pay hbo just for the GoT episodes?!
stalking grrm on a cool, sunday evening. i’d only just finished crows earlier that day. last minute is how i roll.
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