Archive for Rigamarole
March 16, 2006 at 6:55 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I turn 23 today!
Let’s get wasted!! 
So I turn 23 today. 23 is not exactly an exciting age. Even last year when I turned 22 I was at least able to reflect on being 21… but 23 is the birthday that is just the next step to middle aged boringness.
Or so I thought… and should have hoped.
To be honest, this birthday has been the most emotional birthday I’ve ever experienced. Several separate things have all kind of cumulated together to turn me into a ridiculous emotional ball of pain.
If these things were spread further apart, I probably would have been able to handle them, but all together, I’m reeling.
Emotional point number 1:
This is the first time in five years that I’ve been single on my birthday.
Emotional point number 2:
I received a birthday present from my ex boyfriend [before Lan, the 2.5 year relationship one] that can be considered nothing more than ambiguous in its meaning.
Emotional point number 3:
Today I talked to my father for the first time in 13 years. He got my phone number from one of my brothers and called me to say happy birthday. … He sounds so old.
Who said 23 was going to be a boring birthday? >_
March 15, 2006 at 6:01 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
So…
I went to Vegas and got licked by a random lesbian. 
You might have thought that
I spent my first weekend as a single woman alone, crying my eyes out.
But no no no, as inviting as that sounded, I decided to take a trip to
Vegas with the best friends that ever existed.
I finally got the pictures back from last week, so here they are for your pleasure:
I dub this trip:
Single and Fabulous Vegas Trip 2006
yeaaaah boooiiieeeeeee
Me and the lesbians:
Honestly,
later on that night, I saw that tongue in plaid girl’s crotch. I look
scared here, but I was more confused than anything else. [read…
F*CKED THE SH*T UP]
3 short vietnamese girls and maxmillian rodriguez aka ‘dimitri’.
occasionally known as the harvard student and occasionally known as the ‘janitor’.
Maxmillian really gets us girls turned on.
Vietnamese girls can’t get enough of each other. Really.
Eric (my partner in crime later that night),
Powei the photographer,
and Brad our Vegas guide.
+ 2 short vietnamese girls
The obligatory group shot.
Picture stolen from Brent
Other pictures stolen from Brent of the weekend:
Me, my sword of justice and my fellow balloon justice fighters
Me fighting the Satan, aka maxmillian.
On the topic of the breakup:
I’ve
found myself quite ambivalent about the situation throughout the last
two weeks, oscillating between apathy, annoyance, and straight hatred.
I’m hoping that soon the feelings will subside and lean towards the
tendancy for apathy and my mind will be spared the rollercoaster of
emotion that it’s been subjected to.
March 10, 2006 at 6:19 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
So through this past week I’ve encountered shock, then sadness, then anger, then depression. Through it all, though, I’ve had my friends.
Strangly enough, on the first day of the breakup, for some irrational reason I believed that because Lan and I had all mutual friends that I had not only lost my boyfriend but all of my friends in the same day.
Don’t ask me why, I wasn’t really thinking clearly at the time. Let me tell you, though, the loneliness was pretty devastating.
Luckily for me, I found out pretty quickly that that wasn’t the case at all and that I have an awesome network of friends. Not the kind that are only with you through the fun times, but the ones who hold your hand through the shitty times as well.
What keeps you going?
March 9, 2006 at 6:31 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
This is going to sound really gross, but since the breakup I’ve only
been able to eat tiny amounts of food at a time…. A single piece of
bacon will literally fill me for hours. In addition to that, I’ve been
having *ahem* diarrhea like none other probably three or four times a
day.
It’s as if my body is physically rejecting nourishment.
Can mental stress really have such a strong effect on the body?
March 8, 2006 at 7:23 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I can’t even begin to express my gratitude towards everyone who has been so supportive of me through this shitty time. I feel awful about the recent bitterness in my posts, but it’s hard not to sound bitter when that’s exactly how I feel.
Aside from the shock of learning that the man I thought I loved wasn’t really the one I thought I loved in the first place, I think the hardest part of all of this is dealing with the fact that I’m single again.
I hardly know where to begin. After being in a 2.5 year relationship and then moving on to a 1.5 year relationship shortly after, I feel like I’m at a loss…
What is it to “be single” ?
March 7, 2006 at 6:08 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
What kind of guy goes out swing dancing with another girl an hour after he breaks up with his girlfriend of more than a year?
March 3, 2006 at 10:42 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
All of a sudden and unexpectedly I’m one
The constant ‘we’ has become ‘i’
And though I’ll never be able to understand the reasons
Your reasons
I can’t help but feel that there is more that’s not being said
Because right up until the end
I never expected a thing.
February 19, 2006 at 9:04 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Racist Jokes…
Oh how I love/hate them.
Whenever I hear a racist joke, a part of me is very offended. However, I have to admit, that another part of me also finds the joke really humorous.
I appease the two sides of me by listening to racist jokes, but generally not repeating them… Today is different I guess.
Racist Jokes that I like (but don’t usually repeat 
):
What do you call 8 vietnamese guys playing basketball?
Pho on pho!
What do you call a half chinese half mexican baby?
Soybean!
What did the black kid get for christmas?
Your bike!
What’s your stance on racist jokes?
February 18, 2006 at 6:17 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I got a piercing!
And it hurt like a f*cker.
So one of Lan’s Valentine’s day presents to me was supposed to be a tattoo (which i’ve been wanting forever), but when we got to the shop, I realized I had no idea what I really wanted and I was having second thoughts of the tat that I had already picked out.
Since Lan was going to get some work done on his tongue ring anyways, it wasn’t going to be a wasted trip.
However, I didn’t really want to go home empty handed… even though I’m a baby with pain.
I remembered a friend of mine in the past had an industrial, and I thought that was really cute, so I started debating on whether or not I should get the piercing. One of the dudes who worked there kept urging me to do it, and in the end I caved.
I was freaked out from the beginning…
The first part went through just fine, though.
The second one hurt a bit more.
In fact, I remember screaming like a little girl.
Here’s what it looks like now.
Me and my torturer.
In the end, I’m really glad I went through with it… If I didn’t do it last night, I would have chickened out and never gotten the experience, now that I’ve gone through it I kind of have a “I can go through a lot more than I thought” kind of feeling.
Maybe I’ll get that tattoo afterall…
Would you ever get a piercing or tattoo?
February 17, 2006 at 8:15 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Random quote day:
Mental floss prevents moral decay.
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