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i'm getting used to eating out alone. but i don't think i should dress like a bum anymore cuz i think it attracts more attention or something. or maybe i was a bit self-conscious while i was out, rocking the slippers with beige socks, huge black nylon sweats, huge black cordoruy jacket, and a cap over my unkempt, unwashed hair. i should've worn a bra or at least a sweater because i was wearing only a tee. it's all good. i went to uncle king's and it was kinda funny how one waitress didn't recognize me because of my attire but peered a glance at my hidden face with my cap. i knew it was you because you're the only one who orders this.. i had go chu jjam ppong. i s'pose jjam ppong is already hot and spicy as it is, but i like the extra little peppers floating around to make it even spicier. i rarely finish the noodles. i'm all about the extra shit they mix up in it, like the onions. and the soup. i wish i had at least drawn my eyebrows (i'm missing half) because i left my cap on.
last nite was definitely fun. i was drunk, and i normally save that word for the bad, bad events, like if i get belligerent and in a fight, or if i get moody and cry, but last nite, i was a good drunk. and i'm glad. we all had fun. kyungmo cracks me up. i was talking to him earlier and he said some shit like, "i was yapping last nite. i said some things that should've died with me." at first, i couldn't figure out what they were but then i realized what it was. i can't say here because it's supposed to die with me, now. ha ha ha. but anyway, the reason why it was so funny is because i don't remember anything else throughout our time at pierro and san soo gab san, but i remember that information. i called pb while i was at pierro, or so he says, but i don't remember this. damn, all this blackout, and no recollection...the gods must've been on my side because i didn't do or say anything stupid. or so i'm reassured. pierro's owner changed. James ain't there anymore so j unnie refuses to go anymore. but we went last nite cuz honestly, pierro is like our damn second home. kinda sad but true. the ugly waiter was there. i just call him the ugly waiter. anyway, he gave us a bottle of baek seju, for service, which is kinda surprising. James would never do that. that's the bottle that i brought home. we had ordered 2 bottles. mike, the pussy, didn't drink much. it was just shots after shots between cb unnie, km, and me. yum.
oh, btw. i got a job. well, not yet, but it's mine. this company in the heart of k-town manhattan called me this morning. i should've had a more pleasant voice or something but i had no idea that companies would be calling me. it's been like 2 weeks since i last e-mailed a resume. when i pick up the phone, and if i don't recognize the number on the caller-id, or if it's my mother's friend, i answer the phone in the most unpleasant manner as possible. bad habit. oh well. anyway, they asked me to go in for an interview, either this afternoon or thursday afternoon. i didn't think it was a good idea to go to an interview all hungover and shit so i have an interview this thursday afternoon. i forget what the position was for but i'll take it! it sucks that it's a Korean company but blah. very soon, all you mid-towners will be buying me lunch!
heh
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