not pictured are the various trips to souplantation and papa johns dinners.

i miss it already…

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 pictured: the fork slipping off of the olive oil and the sprout shoving up my left nostril.

wished for it on the drive to werk, got the chance to indulge for lunch. sour cucumbers ftw. delicious even without the grilled bagah(!).

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?!

oh boy. damn exciting game. exciting(!!!)

am now, like, um, obsessed.

and now, back to squeeing about GoT eh…

feed.

me.

also.
i [heart] google.

the man who will be king.

why can’t i pay hbo just for the GoT episodes?!

headache at the moment. probably from thinking about the vast c/c bill reckoning. got a manicure for the first time in 2 years…reminds me of why i should do this often. i’m so obviously not a girly-girl when it comes to taking care of appearances. next time, imma try waxing my eyebrows. a girl can spend so much money on this “maintenance” stuff. the galleria is a scary place to go. found some new fave stores and, dammit, they’ve michael kors and coach side-by-side. that’s soooo bad. spent all afternoon in my trinkets and didn’t feel the pain at all. they have a peets, good on them. how come disney store doesn’t have stuff under 20 anymore?! it rained but not hard enough to really cleanse the plastic buggy. saw two gti’s on the road recently…a sign mayhaps? ha!

deeelucious foodings near werk.

i meet silver dollars for the first time. missing shot of the companion sliced strawberries.

from the latest trailer. if this thing sucks I WILL BE CRUSHED.

and, like, dude. where’s the bird’s third eye?!?!?!?!!?

tonight? update rbsn and clear out stuff to be donated. then, to bed! with the aid of lirael and harry pooter.

of late…

first meal at the new noodle joint in the food court. blandness that suits me but prolly not others. the watermelon juice is delish.

all the rains make for feathers in the sky.

orange. punkins. why autumn is fab.

first meal at shaka’s on main. how could i have not known the beauty that is hawaiian. and — the santa gang that’s on (old!) werk desk. i hearts the santa gang.

the old ipod. snapping a farewell shot of it sitting at the apple store counter. *sob!!* and proof that i inked a buncha dots for civic duty.

also found the car i would most likely purchase should the plastic buggy refuse service.
vw gti, 4 door, metallic shadow blue, automatic, 18″ khartoum black alloy rims, xeon headlights.
a Dream. for a little over 30k.

so effing kyoote!!

3rd class “state”rooms and 1st class sitting room.

creepy, yieah.

2011!?!? what the?!@?!LKJ#@LJ!?@#><

bbq.