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I was trashed last night. Gone. It's kinda amazing how I don't make any typos, or keep it to a bare minimum. Just read my last 3 entries. Though I can't promise you that it'll make much sense. I was already in a bad mood when I got home - the past was waiting for me, right here, on the computer. I gotta stop logging on when I'm drunk...
Gonna have some jjam ppong with the honey today. Then finally get to see Fort Totten. It's a beautiful day. Perfect to sit on the rocks...and finally check out the little gap of water that I fell into long ago.
I'm still thinking about what Mike said. I think I only get the vein when I'm drinking because I don't see it right now. It was pretty interesting to hear that. It had to be a coincidence. I have been pretty lucky, but to tie that into some vein running straight down my forehead...is just too superstitious for me. Mike is so anal-retentive sometimes. It's cute, though. I remember the first time I grabbed his breasts...he was shocked, dismayed, and appalled. ha ha ha. Didn't like him much...he didn't like me much, either, from what I gathered. But I think he has grown a bit soft on me, considering how uptight he is. After a few rounds of beer, then some shots of baek seju, he loosened up a bit and we were doing the whole,
me: drink, motherfucker!
mike: yeah? you gonna drink with me!? aiite, drink, motherfucker!
*gumbae*
i hungry.
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